Kevin Gates - John Gotti lyrics

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Kevin Gates - John Gotti lyrics

[Intro:] Real n***a radio! f**! Sometimes I tell a b**h, and we shut up and pa** the weed Sometimes I tell a b**h, and we shut up and pa** the weed Sometimes I tell a b**h, and we shut up and pa** the weed Free my n***as! I been smoking... and wish I was with em Free my n***as! My cousin CJ tried to hit me with a brick of raw In Alexandria, its nothing for to get it gone. With music, I aint won awards, but I kept it gangster Gonna be a god in New Orleans like that n***a Diamond. Landlord in the South like my n***a Lucio Call ... in front of David Way screeching free Lucas! f** that n***a b**h, I got the same feeling ... b**h on a ... b**h, I just got off the phone with him My old friends faking, sending me the wrong signals My dog recorded conversations, man, whats wrong with em? You got them college n***as forward, I be with stone k**ers. Youre doing bad before they switched thumb When youre out of power, its over Everybody love you when you feed the streets When you leave the streets, they dont know you! Brooke used to love me till another n***a With a bigger check approached her Up in D out, when I was calling home She was at the n***as house smoking. I was trying to go to church as a family But Hunter, he wont be going. All the 87 was unsurprised, I went and bought that four Texting, saying someone that I love Let him use his whip as a loaner. Praise be to god, everything done in the dark really come back on you Cocaine flipper, got the same n***as I came with, and we rolling! In the studio with my n***a hood, but them n***as round him, they p**y Gangster sh**, get to going platinum, Theyll sit around and be looking Im so depressed Ill k** myself, would somebody go head and cook me? f**! Hook: Bet a lot p**y n***as want to murder Brasi Boulevard Mary logo and a Maserati b**by, black gunner, and man they still gonna catch a bad a** And if you f** around with razor, b**h, Im out my body, huh Sideways, coupe be out my body! Whole clique pull up in ... b**h, we out our body And you ever disrespect it, then its kamikaze I just be with me a shooter like Im John Gotti. I feel like John Gotti, John Gotti! Feel the sh**, this aint a hit, I feel like John Gotti, John Gotti! It aint sh** to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti! Praise to Allah, I was born a God, with the murder game I'm righteous Cancel shows just for razor wet, and I don't know another just like it I love Bunker, but despite the love, I don't know what made him dislike it But me and Gunner in the Porsche truck, and we screeching off like lightning Fast, doing the dash, your b**h on my a**, she want me to smash Flip out and flash, Id rather get cash Drinking, she bad and she in the bags. Up in the Louis, youre merely a Gucci I tell em its Gucci when they want them bands I got them racks and no longer wear j**elry Cause Im bout my business, and back selling sand I dont get tired! Im bout my business, and back selling sand Get that! Im bout my business, and back selling sand! Im bout my business, and back selling sand! Packed up my bags and jumped out on the freeway Say house where the heart is, dont know where Im going Activist drinking, Im leaning and pouring Those who dont get it say, what are you on? My mother had s** with an angel Born in a martyr and aint even know it. Driving on low while the side of my Porsche Beat the f** out a b**h, aint no slamming my doors Im only excited by spiritual things, and I swear I cant wait to move on All my n***as I lost my mission, Cant wait to be with you, Im on my way home! When they flip the script without warning Talking about sh** you never did for em God bless you and break in your body Wish I would let you dig in my pockets Lazy a** b**h, get up and start grinding Out on the streets, you never been balling Finally got blessed and money started piling Got my first mil, a n***a aint smiling, wiling. Hook: Bet a lot p**y n***as want to murder Brasi Boulevard Mary logo and a Maserati b**by, black gunner, and man they still gonna catch a bad a** And if you f** around with razor, b**h, Im out my body, huh Sideways, coupe be out my body! Whole clique pull up in ... b**h, we out our body Sideways! Real n***a radio! f**!