Текст песни Blacc Jon Gotti Intro - Skooly

Black John gotti
My kosher no-sher
Shalydie
CCM Nigga
Oh yeah
RA star star
Look way up
Imma star
Imma star star
Imma star baby
Imma star
Look

Please do not turn up the heat
That shit might cause us a flame
Im full of propane
My flow is full of propane
I should've been in the game
I should've been in the game
Niggas is hating
Niggas is lame
They know that shit's calling my name
But look
I guess it's all in the game
I come from a hood that do all of those things
My momma the cook
Some of my patnas is crooks
Some of my patnas got Chopperswith problems
This shit is not as sweet as it looks
You niggas is sweet as you look
Don't need no hook
This shit is actually fun
This shit is actually fun
Go Back to this rapping and singing
I wasn't actually done
I wasn't actually done
And please do not play with my niggas
I got a passion for music
They got a passion for guns
Takers harass you for fun
Make them harass you for fun
I been in this shit for a while
I know how this shit gone get done
Look here!
I wanted me a panamara
I wanted me a villa
Yeah!
Bad bitch, butter pecan
Her Margeila's is vanilla[?]
I know love might kill ya .
And true love is the realest
And true and real is the trillest
That's me
Can you feel it?
Look who just walk through the door
The man with the money
Tell me how you really really feelin
Like the man with the money
(I know I do)
And niggas ain't real
Not how they suppose to be
You did not trap when you broke wit me [?]
You did not sleep on the floor with me
You did not go to dem shows withme
You did not get on that road withme
Only my brother
O-Only my brothers
Look!
My daddy treat me like his brother(He love me)
I gotta thank god for my momma(I love her)
My sister is just like my Queen
She gave me everything
So she can get everything
Everything
Everything
Everything
Everything
Everything
Everything
Everything
WHOA!

Lord forgive me again
Did what I did, committed a sin
Did what I did, did what I did, did what I did, yeah
Lord forgive me again
Did what I did, committed a sin
Did what I did, did what I did, did what I did, forgive me again, yeah
Ha, forgive me again, forgive me again, yeah
Forgive me again, forgive me again, yeah
Forgive me again, forgive me again, yeah
Did what I did, did what I did

Lord forgive me again, I'm sippin' again, I know what I need
Lord forbid, I don't got no kids, whoa
Whoo! Nigga ever try me again
We gon' have problems again, we gon' shoot choppers again
Huh, cause niggas, they playing round wit' it
I pray everyday just to get it, niggas ain't wit' it
I will not play with no nigga
Hop out them inches, ooh, extension in britches, huh
Not stuntin' on niggas, we stuntin' on them bitches
Come from a life of the whippin', my brother had knife in the kitchen
Brother used fork in the pot
You know the story behind it, he had a historical spot
Shout out to Fatty and Naja, lowkey I'm all that they got
I cannot wait till they out!
Them niggas shaking the block, them niggas breaking the clock
I'm coming to take all your spot
They gonna take what you got, they gonna take all you got, whoo!

I went through hell for mines, I went through hell for mines
When I open my eyes, I can't see nothing but scales and signs
Pay them no never mind
(Youngin' turning to a monster, trucker turning to a Tonka)
Then they chopper sprayin' like we talking, huh
West side till I'm gone in, let's ride when I'm hungry
Oh that's right, you are that guy getting chastised in the corner, ha
Sippin' syrup till I'm yawning, still won't rest my eyes in the morning
Ahhh, two cups won't take my pain, in two months I'mma take my fame
You pussy niggas keep playing with the game, I guess I'm just random with things
I guess I'm into handling things, breaking shit, dismantling things
More stripes than Adidas, catch a nigga like I'm Randy Moss
I love your mama and just know that we blessed, word to my ankle and neck, haha!

[Hook

I heard the young nigga plotting
I heard the young nigga looking
Giuseppe, I'm steady just walking
Young nigga feel like a rookie
So many bands on me, young nigga need a prescription
Blue bezel deep off in my watch
Young nigga feel like a Piston
I got rich problems
I got rich problems
I got rich problems
I got rich problems
I got rich problems
I got rich problems
I got rich problems
I got rich problems

Young nigga never had money
The dealer lived up the all' from me
I always wanted that fast money
Plus my little partner dem get scam money
Hey, we gives a fuck bout no nigga, fuck bout no nigga
We might pull up on a nigga, up on a nigga
I got the ups on a nigga, ups on a nigga
Flex on 'em, drop all the bucks on them niggas, fuck em
Yay, when I'm in the building
I come to hurt niggas feelings, shit
I'm another nigga, used to do dirt when I was little
Around all that work when I was little
I never worked when I was little
Come from the bottom
I spotted them at the top, I got em
The top looking wobbly, I'm thinking 'bout dropping it
I got 98 problems, getting rich ain't one, a bitch ain't one
Hold up bitch I ain't done

I heard the young nigga plotting
I heard the young nigga looking
Giuseppe, I'm steady just walking
Young nigga feel like a rookie
So many bands on me, young nigga need a prescription
Blue bezel deep off in my watch
Young nigga feel like a Piston
I got rich problems
I got rich problems
I got rich problems
I got rich problems
I got rich problems
I got rich problems
I got rich problems
I got rich problems

Bitch I got a whole lot of money
The niggas you with, they do a whole lot of fronting
I fucked up a check like fuck this shit I'm up little bitch
And we don't give a fuck lil bitch, it's 400 a cup lil bitch
I'm in Oakland, hundreds point, I'm probably fucking round with Tuck and shit
Never move alone I probably got the nine all tucked and shit
Diamonds and my jewels, strapped whenever I move
If I don't do what I do, then the trap ain't never gone move
Ability to be the greatest, hanging around all the majors
Since I was young I had big dreams, gave mama a spot, I was 16
Been had the money, been had the swag, been had the cash
I gave these niggas the swag, but I didn't give 'em my last, damn!
Young nigga feel like a rookie, prescription!

I heard the young nigga plotting
I heard the young nigga looking
Giuseppe, I'm steady just walking
Young nigga feel like a rookie
So many bands on me, young nigga need a prescription
Blue bezel deep off in my watch
Young nigga feel like a Piston
I got rich problems
I got rich problems
I got rich problems
I got rich problems
I got rich problems
I got rich problems
I got rich problems
I got rich problems

My partner stuck behind the wall so he taking work
I found a plug inside the wall so I make it work
I know that's one hell of a fall if you face it first
So don't make it worse, try to make it work, take your Perc
We in the club with the Act, we had to sneak out the back
I got your bitch in the back, I'm tryna beat down her back
I feel like a phantom, I hop in the Phantom, the camera it see out the back
She got the goodies like Ciara, she see me counting, it be [?]
You pussy niggas need ER
Oops, I done killed all the DRs
You pussy niggas need tiaras, came a long way from the Miata
I bought my mama a Fiat, it's good on gas
I'm in the hood on gas

Gas gas gas gas gas gas
Gas gas gas gas gas gas
Chilling at the moment
Winning at the moment
Women at the moment
Who with me at the moment?

They screaming out Skooly in the bleachers
Might as well call me a teacher
These niggas scared to do features
How much for a feature?
Look, you might just pay him a 40
But that nigga spit like a 40
See you can just give me a ten
I'mma spit like an FN
I promise these niggas ain't none of my friends
My flow is never gon' end
I'm in this shit till the end
I never slip up again
Now look, I hope I never acquire the fucking desire to ever go fucking retire
I want this shit here forever
I want them diamonds and bezels
And all of you niggas that didn't put the effort
Look right back at me and left me
I know you're gonna regret it
I promise you're gonna regret it
I come in this bitch like it's Belly
To take my shit back, hope you ready
And hop in the Jag, and give it some gas
And hand you the gas, you might need a mask

Gas gas gas gas gas gas
Gas gas gas gas gas gas
Chilling at the moment
Winning at the moment
Women at the moment
Who with me at the moment?

Yeah, Blacc Jon Gotti
My CostaNosta till I die!

Young Kros on the beat!

Break down dimes in the trap house
Bitches face down with they ass out
Got 100k in the stash spot
I will never, I will never
Break down dimes in the trap house
Bitches face down with they ass out
Got 100k in the stash spot
I will never trade, I won't cash out

Look, I was raised around trap house
Try to keep it real in all the shit I rap about
My brother sold yay every day and he had me in the spot with the motherfucking strap out
Nigga can't fold
I was 16 with a real bankroll
Then they killed my nigga, I still miss my nigga
I do this for me, I do this shit for my team
I do this for Jimmy Dean, nigga fuck you mean
Lost Big Cuz On the hum blug, he had all the drugs
Talking bout drugs, man Big Kev was the plug
So I'm tryna get a million and I got my niggas
Give a fuck about a bitch now stay up out my business
Look, now the youngin pipe, I'm alright
Never fright, not the type
I got stripes straight up out the trenches, yeah

Break down dimes in the trap house
Bitches face down with they ass out
Got 100k in the stash spot
I will never, I will never
Break down dimes in the trap house
Bitches face down with they ass out
Got 100k in the stash spot
I will never trade, I won't cash out

I got 40 stacks in my pocket bitch
Spent a dirty hundred K on a whip
And I would never serve you because I heard you's a snitch
Trap shit, yeah loose lips sink ships
Got a half a milly at the stash house, can't nobody go there
But the spot's in south Memphis, I sell my dope there
And I fucked your ho there
But the spot in LA, I use that for the safe
I use that for the getaway, might have to burn a nigga and get away
They say if you want something did right then you got to do it yourself
That's why I flew to Cali, front the plug, got the shit back all by myself