Yo Gotti - Off da Top of da Head, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Lyrics Off da Top of da Head, Pt. 2 - Yo Gotti



A Leo I want you to give me an in instrumental
Aite what kind
I wanna do that off da top of da head shit again
Aite
Let's slo dat shit down this time
You fuck with this
Yeah I fuck with this
Aite
You know how we do it right
Shit you no I been doin this too
It go capital C Capital M he talk work but he from da M and he's a real nigga (I am)
Free Tip tell my partnas off in Forrest City
Tour bus in da hood I took my whole apartments with me
If ya want me come and get me I'm waitin on ya
I got dat K with the motherfuckin shank on it
Realest nigga in it I bet the bank on it (beep)
Shots fired man down no prank homie
They say I'm well rounded did a song with Wiz and Wale
Shoutout to Vegas chillen quarter milli just to parle
My nigga fuck what you say I got a spot in da A
Now keep them choppas on deck so you can get shot in the A
I take a shot of Ciroc I got a bottle of Ace
I shake it up pop the top and squirt that shit in ya face
You throw a rock and hide ya hands say that shit to my face
I guess you want be satisfied until they give me a case
A ain't that Cocain 6 realest shit in the streets niggas know when they see me I'm a go
CMG I&E niggas know we in these streets this that Cocain 6
A lot of niggas talkin loud dog but they don't want no beef
Lot of rappers yappin bout that work but they ain't in no streets
Quarter ounce ass nigga you will never equal me
Now all that gangsta shit you talkin don't mean nothing to me
Biggest nigga in my city so the haters target me
I'm A1 just like my door so they gone have to market me
Wonder if I didn't have this money would these bitches fuck a G
Don't know the answer to that question so sometimes that bothers me
Bothers me bothers me really really really really bothers me
I'm standin on the couch where the models be
You can catch me in the club where the bottles be
Gettin my money I'm a Kick my feet up told yung zilla we gone feed up
Bitch bend over I bet you can't beat up pull my dick out bet you gone eat up
We on chill you can't read us
Best take notes try and be usin these streets everyday gone take a navy to defeat us
Choppas chop I'm gone rock I push that button it's gone be war
Have them niggas with them choppas at yo mammy front door
Have yo grandmammy hollin oh lord on the church floor
Bring my baby back all black all that and more
It's a long line lights on it look like a funeral nigga playin with Gotti
Had him killed that's how the rumor go
My life ain't no rumor doe I seen a hoe rumor doe
My shooters got shooters you gettin money but you goons are broke
That shit don't make sense to me maybe they should get we me
I&E yo life ain't worth shit to me but a brick to me
And I just count a hundred to a chicken b you will never get to me
Charges never stick to me realest I can be bitches be lickin me
Suckin me and fuckin me the city know what's up with me
Nigga you a fan of me just want to shake the hand of me
You the type to see me out and say man you just playin with me
Apologizing and askin for advice I'm the type to say fuck you and yo boss I fucked his wife.




Yo Gotti - CM6: Gangsta of the Year
Album CM6: Gangsta of the Year
date of release
19-11-2015




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