Lyrics Gotti 4 Real - Fat Trel

Gotti on the beat

Hahaha...
And now I understand...
Naw naw, this is... this is strictly for tonight
But you the one, right... One...
Fun, right... Fun
She say my dick taste like that Klondike
We gone have some fun, right
I'm just tryna get it in type (in)
Tryna see what yo friends like (friends)
Tryna see what yo friends love (I love it)
Spendin hunneds, we ain't spendin dubs (She love it)
I remember Club Love (remember)
Hunned killas, hunned thug (hunned, hunned)
Hunned bottle, hunned hoes (hunned, hunned)
Hunned bullet holes (hahaha)
Gotti slick, click, shoot, we got one (bow!)
I say Gotti, I copped a shotgun (bow!)
They better pray that I don't pop none (bow!)
I heard yo bitch pussy got some (ew)
So you know this bitch she got none (for real)
Fuck is you talm bout (huh)
Bitch this ain't no sound cloud (it's not)
This that album work, that bow bow (that album work, that bow bow)
Bitch, I lay your ass down (ass down)
Spend it over, off that ass round (ass round)
I'm a fuckin clown (fuckin clown)
Put it down (whatchu doin)
Put in work (put in work) (what else)
Shut her up (fuck before)
Fuck her first (let's get it)
Fuck her long (fuck her long) (uh huh)
Fuck her hard (fuck her hard)
She say Oh my mother (Oh my mother)
Fuckin God (fuckin God)
That's that backshot (body)
That's that pussy drop (pussy)
That's that leg work (leg)
What yo head worth (what yo head.)
Outchea (outchea)
Spendin hunneds (spendin hunneds)
Hunned bitches fuckin (bitches fuckin)
Fuckin suckin somethin (suckin)
Fuck you doin (fuck you doin)
Doin nothing (doin nothin, ha)
Fuck we doin (fuck we doin)
Fuckin stuntin
Shit, snuffin
Gettin bloody
Swisher heavy
Never Reggie
Take em back
First floor
High as fuck
Eyes low
Main bitch, asshole
Side bitch, side ho
Hunned clips
Money roll
A lot of drugs
It's what it was
That's what it does
I'm what it do
I'm Fat Trel
Who the fuck is you
Droppin bodies
Poppin mollies
Droppin bodies
I feel like Gotti (Gotti)
4 real