Zilla) (Yo Gotti) don't call my phone, every nigga calling my phone, heard i got signed, now everbody calling my phone, bitch quit calling my phone
[Yo Gotti:] You niggaz over there part time grindin and shinin and shit This ya boy Yo Gotti yea Get ya motherfuckin weight up sucker Real hustler's don
clips Hanging out the choppas on yo block, I'm making niggaz flip 23's got it, big bodies I got it nigga Whole thang got it, gotti he been had it Rolling
of the fucking chrome In the dark, yo, I do this alone That's the reason why I don't shake hands, in case I gave you a phone That's a buck fifty, long
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti] Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus Odessa, Laredo
you out too kid A rainy day laid up thinkin' sitting gettin' bent Watchin' old seventy flicks minds on the slouch Back on the couch heard the phone ring
me upset I might stank ya (Blastin') Inc. is the Murdah, I'll Will merger let my cash Make sex with yo' cash, it can't hurt us Phones ringing off the
beach, where the paper's long But as for me I only G when I'm buss'n rocks Take that, take that ****, you know you gotta have heart I told you ****
lights darken when the pipes sparkin' And got Tha Pound barkin' G talkin', get your walk on I'm on your radio [Repeat 1] [Phone rings] [Radio DJ] KWBALLS, who's speaking?! [RZA] Yo
, fool? Scared the fuck outta me, whassup? And check it out y'all (Yo, I'm still the same nigga) And check it out y'all (Yo, I'm still the same nigga
Beach, where the paper's long But as for me I only G when I'm buss'n rocks Dogg Pound (repeat) Verse One: Nigga, you know you gotta have heart I told
and chop up niggas' bodies And set like an example, a villain like john gotti The muthafuckin gangsta s-p-i-c-e They ring my mobile phone, now who the
* [Beep] Fourth Message: Cmon Kim jus had to her its ya brother and sister what the fuck is wrong with you yo talk to us. Yo its Meita yo you gotta
the fucking chrome In the dark, yo, I do this alone That's the reason why I don't shake hands, in case I gave you a phone That's a buck fifty, long hickey
me upset I might stank ya (blastin) Inc. is the Murdah, Ill Will merger let my cash make sex with yo' cash, it can't hurt us Phones ringing off the hook
