ฟังเพลงJohn Gotti (Explicit)

John Gotti (约翰·高蒂) (Explicit) - Kevin Gates

Bet a lot p**sy niggas want to murder Brasi

Boulevard Murcirelago and a Maserati

Boobie Black Gunna and Menace still a catch a body

And if you f**k around with Rayzor

B**ch I'm out my body

Sideways coupe be out my body

Whole clique pull up in Vettes

B**ch we out our body

And you ever disrespect it then it's kamikaze

I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti

I feel like John Gotti

Put your hands down when you talkin' to me b**ch

John Gotti

'Cause it ain't sh*t to send a hit I feel like John Gotti

It ain't sh*t to send a hit I feel like John Gotti

My cousin CJ tried to hit me with a brick of raw

In Alexandria yeah it's nothing for to get it gone

With music I ain't won awards but I kept it gangster

Gon' be a god in New Orleans like that ni**a Daymond

Landlord in the south like my ni**a Lucci

Corvette in front of David Ways screeching free Lee Lucas

F**k that ni**a b**ch

I got her saying free Lee Lucas

Free Lee Lucas

Say free Lee Lucas

Beeto and Bryan b**ch I just got off the phone with 'em

My old friends hatin sending me the wrong signals

My dog recorded conversations

Man what's wrong with him

You got them college niggas fool I be with stone killers

Bet a lot p**sy niggas want to murder Brasi

Boulevard Murcirelago and a Maserati

Boobie Black Gunna and Menace still a catch a body

And if you f**k around with Rayzor

B**ch I'm out my body

Sideways coupe be out my body

Whole clique pull up in Vettes b**ch we out our body

And you ever disrespect it then it's kamikaze

I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti

I feel like John Gotti

Put your hands down when you talkin' to me b**ch

John Gotti

'Cause it ain't sh*t to send a hit I feel like John Gotti

It ain't sh*t to send a hit I feel like John Gotti

Praise to Allah I was born a god

With the murder game I'm righteous

Cancel shows just for Rayzor wedding

I don't know another just like it

I love Bunker but despite the love

I don't know what made him dislike it

But me and Gunna in the Porsche truck

And we screeching off like lightning

Fast doing the dash your b**ch on my a**

She want me to smash

Flip out and flash I'd rather get cash

Drika she bad and she into bags

Up in the Louis Emilio Pucci

I tell 'em it's Gucci when they want them bands

I got them racks and no longer wear jewelry

'Cause I'm 'bout my business and back selling sand

I don't get tired

I'm 'bout my business and back selling sand

I'm 'bout my business and back selling sand

I'm 'bout my business and back selling sand

I'm 'bout my business and back selling sand

Bet a lot p**sy niggas want to murder Brasi

Boulevard Murcirelago and a Maserati

Boobie Black Gunna and Menace still a catch a body

And if you f**k around with Rayzor

B**ch I'm out my body

Sideways coupe be out my body

Whole clique pull up in Vettes

B**ch we out our body

And you ever disrespect it then it's kamikaze

I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti

I feel like John Gotti

Put your hands down when you talkin' to me b**ch

John Gotti

'Cause it ain't sh*t to send a hit I feel like John Gotti

It ain't sh*t to send a hit I feel like John Gotti