Gotti (Prod. YOUNG MADZ)

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)

[Verse 1]
Heard he talkin’ tough, (woah) we don’t do debates (nah)
Mask on, slide through, choppa sing grace (Bitch)
Nigga caught lackin' by the Circle-K (boom)
Ain’t no movie — real clips, First 48 (facts)

He ain’t solid, he a foldable (fold)
Pressure bust pipes, Nigga showed his soul (uh)
I was movin' with a stick in the stroller (skrrt)
Now we duckin' helicopters and patrollers (fuck 12)

Got a Glock with a grudge — it remember names (yeah)
On the run, no regrets, I don’t feel the shame (nah)
In the trap, made a killin’ off a candy frame
Used to pray for better — now I’m blowin' brains (Bow!)

[Chorus]
(First 48 Bars) — no snitchin’, no breaks (nope)
All gas, all smoke, let it shake (Brrr!)
(First 48 Bars) — we don’t plead, we don’t fake (Never)
This that flex, this that gang, this that rage (Let's Go!)

(First 48 Bars) — Nigga duck or get shot (Boom!)
Bitch talk slick, get mopped (Pow!)
(First 48 Bars) — ain’t a game, it’s the plot (yeah)
I don’t rap — I confess with the Glock (Click, clack)

[Verse 2]
I was twelve sellin' grams by the payphone (truth)
Momma cryin’, I was prayin' with a flame on (blow)
Judge tryna box me — I box back
Nigga tried to run, got clapped in his back (Boom!)

Hood tales — I don't write 'em, I relive ‘em (facts)
Ski mask gospel — my sins too vivid (uh)
My dawg caught a charge, he ain’t flinch or pivot (nah)
Now I shoot like I talk — with a real cold spirit (blrrra!)

Tay-K mode — ran the race with a snub nose
Shot a op, then I posted up in blood clothes (drip)
Bitch tried to line me, she got left froze
Told her “don’t text” unless it’s pesos (ha)

[Bridge]
(Click clack) that’s a bedtime story (sleep)
You ain’t gang, get ghost, no glory (nope)
My life like a doc, uncut, too gory
Caught his face on cam — that’s a First 48 story (Boom!)

[Chorus]
(First 48 Bars) — no snitchin’, no breaks (never)
All gas, all smoke, let it shake (Bitch)
(First 48 Bars) — we don’t plead, we don’t fake (nope)
This that flex, this that gang, this that rage (Let’s Go!)

(First 48 Bars) — Nigga duck or get shot (Brrra!)
Bitch talk slick, get mopped (Pow!)
(First 48 Bars) — ain’t a game, it’s the plot (yeah)
I don’t rap — I confess with the Glock (Boom!)

[Verse 3]
Stray shots hit the mailbox, (bing) that’s the wrong addy
Still drilled — wrong crib, but I’m trigger-happy (fuck it)
Spent nights in a trap where the floor’s ashy (dirty)
Now it’s gold on my teeth when I laugh nasty (Ha!)

Talkin’ war? I got rank in the set (Salute!)
Nigga owe me? He gon’ pay with his breath (yeah)
Slide like hockey — leave ice on the steps
Ain’t no ref, just the tech when we press (BRrrra!)

I was raised by the wolves — not preachers (never)
Feds tapped my door, I was watchin’ through the speakers (fuck 12)
He snitched? He a ghost — I don’t see ya
Even church kids know I’m the street's real teacher (Nigga!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

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