Lyrics Industry - John Gotti

I don't fuck wit them niggas I know that they bitches
I had a message but already sent it
No this ain't tag but baby I been it
We in a two door thought it was stick shift
I'm repping hard but you know that I'm worldwide
Know she a hoe by the look in ya girl eyes
Can't fuck wit niggas I know that they small fries
Too much designer don't think I can decide
Tent all the windows I'm feeling like trump bitch
They only calling cuz them niggas want shit
Come over west you can see that I run shit
All of my young niggas they really Pluck shit
Hunt shit
We really stepping wit drum kits
Them niggas killing shit just to get one zip
One lick
You get patatoes and drum sticks
Knock off gotti boy you my son bitch
I only rock wit the ones that I came wit
Hoe ass nigga go sit on a pool stick
No I ain't bishop but I got the juice bitch
All of this money keep making my crew lit
You on the other side bored as a bitch too
Watching my section you know that we lit too
Mad as a bitch that ya girl wouldn't hit you
She was like thank you then dismissed you

Soft ass nigga go get em some tissue
Give em some water go swim like a fish do
Kiss who
I had ya girl and her sis too
Threw bro the sis so I got the assist too
You niggas know what I get to
Don't kiss and tell but I know what her lips do
It ain't hard when that shit really in you
I'm the one if you knew what I been thru

They hit the studio rap about this and that
Go to they own hood don't even get respect
Niggas go and they beef on the internet
Real niggas you know we aint into that
Any beef than my niggas we really scrap
Put ya hat on niggas know you a cap
Get ya cheese itz niggas know you a rat
They be mad cuz gotti gon state the facts

I can do what I want and they know that I'm up now
One thing I know that you never could trust clowns
It been a minute I got off the rust now
One day they hate you I guess that it's love now
My niggas we keep it cool
Don't leave the house til we strap wit a tool
Ar fifteen clip long as a pool
And when I pull bitches started to drool
I done got thru all the shit I been thru
Never talk about but I been knew
Niggas hating hard thats the issue
Hallow tips be ripping thru his tissue
Rocking that blockboy shit niggas know that I'm hard
I keep it real gotti never a fraud
No we aint beefing over a broad
And my niggas pull up in them all black cars

Gotti a fool
I'm still the one tell ya son go to school
You ain't a hoe just cuz you know the rules
And when you that nigga ain't shit you could prove
Cuz I really starved in here
Then brought the mobb in here
Them niggas hardly care
I know what my young niggas into
I signed myself just to make it official
You caught a charge and he snaked you out
That ain't ya dawg he just chasing clout
I don't care bout money or big accounts
Any nigga know me know what ima about
Tryna get ebony in a bigger house
Get respect anywhere even down south
Talk about then ima run in ya mouth
If it's real beef then I be in ya house

I got everything that I wanted I come from the gutta
So none of these niggas can fuck wit me
You beef wit us then you know that its stuck wit me
Grinded to get it so no aint no luck for me
She ain't my bitch so she wont get a buck from me
You say you love me but that ain't enough for me
We see the cops then we run aint no cuffing me
Come from the gutta but now I live luxury
Fell in love wit that paper when I got some money
Unfollowed them bitches who said I was bummy
Don't come over here lor baby you crummy
They hide when it rain then they out when its sunny
These be the hoes who wouldn't een hug me
Now they be lying just to say that they fucking me
If you fucking with me lor baby you lucky