Talk Facts

[Intro: Gotti Blu]
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
(Boom, boom)

[Chorus: Gotti Blu]
I’m with some troops but I’m really a flocka
Hoodied up, dreads down like a rasta
Don’t ask who I’m smoking, I’m smoking G Poppa
I got me a baddie, she tote on my knocker
Please do not move funny, better move proper
If I told bro “get him,” bro said he got him
Cuzzy a bug out, he really a problem
I told him “chill,” but that’s not gon’ resolve it

[Bridge: Gotti Blu]
I could just see in his eyes, he a tweak
How do I know? He remind me of me
G too big, couldn’t fit in his jeans
And lil’ bro didn’t have on a ski
You better duck when you run into me
When shots start flying I’m clearing the scene
They talking on bro, I be making them bleed
I know I’m the ticket, I’ma slide for my team

[Verse 1: Kay Glizz]
Frrah
Frrah frrah boom
You better not run out of luck
We walk down while we running it up
Real spill, every opp I got, niggas butt
Every time we troop through their block niggas duck
Don’t run, don’t die, nigga
Put the beam on the back of his mind, nigga he deep fried, nigga
Gotti gon’ throw about five, I’m jump out, flick, then get back in the ride, nigga
This ain’t no diss track, I’ma just speak dumb
I’m with Suvy, you don’t want to tweak with him
Talk on the dead, you go six feet deep with them
I’m with Nunnie, he always got gleesh with him
[?], I do not wanna beef with them
They get flocked and they talk to police and stuff
I’m a trooper, you know I’ma keep it tucked
I don’t get it, why they they wanna beef with us?
Grrah
High rides on deck for the badness, gotta move digi 'cause them people watching
LCP, I got it in my pocket
Hit the opp block and watch them niggas hop it
They do not bend blocks, they need to stop it
I flock his face if he jacking that five shit
Ray Pizz [?]
Smack him with the knockin if he pocket watching
Troopers really trooping through these niggas p-jects
I threw five, but that was just my heat check
Gotta get close and watch these bullets eat flesh
[?] and fuck up his v-neck
Free Savv, he ain’t get to clean his breesh yet
Free 6ixx, I really fucking hate detects
In the Rey, I’m sturdy in the BX
Anyone push up, I’ma let this G stretch

[Verse 2: Gotti Blu]
Ayo KG, we out to the O’s
You tote Notti, I tote Glo
Three got the pokey, I got my pole
Everything dead, y’all know how that go
They was talking on bro so they all gotta go
I cannot wait ‘til I catch DudeyLo
I let it bang if he jacking the O’s
I don’t care what it is, he gon’ pay what he owe
Bitch I’m a demon, who taking my soul?
And if she tryna line me I’m letting it go
She think I’m dumb but I came with my pole
If you know, then lil’ bitch, then you know
(She think I’m dumb but I came with my shhh)
(If you know, then lil’ bitch, then you know)

[Chorus: Gotti Blu]
I’m with some troops but I’m really a flocka
Hoodied up, dreads down like a rasta
Don’t ask who I’m smoking, I’m smoking G Poppa
I got me a baddie, she tote on my knocker
Please do not move funny, better move proper
If I told bro “get him,” bro said he got him
Cuzzy a bug out, he really a problem
I told him “chill,” but that’s not gon’ resolve it

[Outro: Gotti Blu]
(I could just see in his eyes, he a tweak)
(How do I know? He remind me of me)
G too big, couldn’t fit in his jeans
And lil’ bro didn’t have on a ski
You better duck when you run into me
When shots start flying I’m clearing the scene
(They talking on bro, I be making them bleed)
(I know I’m the ticket, I’ma slide for my team)
(They talking on bro, I be making them bleed)
(I know I’m the ticket, I’ma slide for my team)