Really dont trust nobody
Know i got you if you got me
Brodie still serve narcotics
Pics in the trap we crop em
Nigga try tax we rob em
Bags for the low we cop em
Im two three you scotty
Maybach who got shotty
Feelin like young John Gotti
I just might pay for the body
I’m still waiting for that day
Could send my moms to pray in Saudi
I come through with six and Shaq
My boys stay hot like Bobby Rowdy
Really pop percs no pain
Never gone sniff cocaine
Twenty that’s just a lil change
Might go bust that plain
I do shit for fam never switch for fame
Go pick up your mans whats that shit you claim
Out here swerving switching lanes
Tryna look for what’s his name
Nigga can’t walk a mile in my shoes
No nigga can’t feel this pain
Really don't trust nobody
Know i got you if you got me
Brodie still serve narcotics
Pics in the trap we crop em
Nigga try tax we rob em
Bags for the low we cop em
Im two three you scotty
Maybach who got shotty
Really don't trust nobody
Know i got you if you got me
Brodie still serve narcotics
Pics in the trap we crop em
Nigga try tax we rob em
Bags for the low we cop em
Im two three you scotty
Maybach who got shotty
Feelin' like young John Gotti
I just might pay for the body
I’m still waiting for that day
Could send my moms to pray in Saudi
I come through with six and Shaq
My boys stay hot like Bobby Rowdy
Gotti was written by Hassan Kone.
Gotti was produced by Daymusik & SoulLeftYesterday.