geechi gotti - the introduction lyrics
[intro]
yeah
mafia, man
[verse]
guns, guns, guns all i rap about (guns)
yeah, lil’ b-tch, i’ll air it out (blat!)
clear it out, we ain’t fightin’ ‘less we in jail (ha-ha)
how much gun smoke can you inhale? (huh)
the whole scene bl–dy and i’m still standin’ (still standin’)
chopper goin off, doin’ real damage
left his brains on his b-tch, did him real scandalous (ugh!)
the surgery look like the doc tryna peel cabbage (ugh!)
savage, say a joke ‘fore a n-gga playin’ (quit playin’)
six feet the only way i’ll leave a n-gga layin’ (yeah)
sprayin’, p-ssy, get on the flo’ (on the flo’)
f-ck a tree, i done hid in n-ggas’ bushes befo’
soon as he step out, left a n-gga roof on his porch (what?)
they like, “gotti, got-d-mn, you keep yo’ foot on they throats!” (what?)
grippin’ the torch, and ya know i really can’t p-ss it
my boujee b-tch make sure a n-gga hate ratchets
splashin’, ’cause the drip really too hard (drip)
uno, yeah, the crip really pull cards (crip)
i gave n-ggas p-sses, finna take ’em back (take ’em back)
gang wars, yeah, b-tch, i can make ’em crack (compton, what up?)
i’m statin’ facts, b-tch, i ain’t regular (i ain’t regular)
don’t be askin’ me sh-t, i ain’t messenger (i ain’t messenger)
keep my name out’cha mu’f-ckin’ blog (n-gga)
i’m wit’ the gang, i’m wit’ the mu’f-ckin’ mob
f-ck is you thinkin’? leave a n-gga leakin’
.40 on me, b-tch – f-ck is you tweakin’?
my b-tch puerto rican (rican), her -ss soft like peaches (like peaches)
man, these n-ggas be leeches
boy, get yo’ bag up (get yo’ bag up)
she gon’ f-ck if yo’ bag up (bag up)
then you can tell her, “toot that -ss up”
broke n-gga, mask up (yeah, real sh-t)
hit a l!ck and get that cash up
so many n-ggas i done p-ssed up
stayed in my own lane (own lane)
if i wasn’t crippin’, woulda tried to start my own gang (mafia, n-gga)
propane, aye, b-tch, i’m finna blow up
tell the 3-0-4 that gotti said, “ho’ up” (ho’ up)
aye, hit that strip so you can run my f-ckin’ dough up
[outro]
run my f-ckin’ dough up (yeah)
ha…b-tch, don’t slow up (nope)
n-gga, you know what time it is, n-gga (what time it is)
mafia sh-t, man
yeah, illumigotti in this b-tch
we ain’t playin, we turn up, we never turn down, n-gga
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