D_gotti whatup
Dna
Nwx
Carona
Queens
Im the product of every group home
My man out the slamma got the hammea and its two tone
He throwin big bullets like manute bol
High tech shit put the deuce deuce on a new drone
Bullets flyin in the air like whos home
More dangerous then smokin weed in a school zone
I dont care about whos hot or whos known
Niggas movin work since the chirp and the boost phone
But they changed on the hustle im like im impresses
I use to dabble in it some ill confess
If its other issues they gon fire techs
Let it clap
Cause this mac dont got no ios
But we still upgraded and updated
Its still drug slangin and some shavin
Its still guns blazin and pumps wavin
Niggas talk to much then they gon duct tape em
They thought i was f*cked up
Look at me up now
When i pull up now
They know wassup now
When we go uptown
They know its us now
Im chasin fast money
Im in a rush now
Yea
Young sinatra
Feelin like i run the casa
Blunts and pasta
Rollin with a bunch of mobsters
And i dont trust a single soul under god cause
Usually the ones that said i got ya are the ones that got ya
Foul capone if you try to catch me out my zone
Married to the money i dont ever leave my spouse alone
Could probly make a milly on the couch at home
Now there aint no limit where im bout to go
Feelin like im boxin with the hands of time
So if you want ur spot you need to stand in line
Glow up or stay low i cant decide
But howd we both pray hes not here and god answered mine
So this is for the wolves that never seen the moon
Imma need that bag before i leave the room
More heat than you could ever see in june
Dedicated to the memory of spoonz
Lets get that cake
They thought i was f*cked up
Look at me up now
When i pull up now
They know wassup now
When we go uptown
They know its us now
Im chasin fast money
Im in a rush now
Yea
Get your team the f*ck up outta here
Them schemes the f*ck up outta here
My nigga please hustle man dreams the f*ck up outta here
My nigga how u bummy get them jeans the f*ck up outta here
Your bitch and them bundles get the weaves the f*ck up outta here
My team the f*ck up outta here we leave the f*ck up outta here
Im hookin in the booth like kareem just left up outta here
Backwoods back rolled weed burnin outta here
I still know im the one like lebron the f*ck up outta here
Dom Gotti - Uptown (feat. DNA & Tokyofyr) Lyrics
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D_gotti whatup
Dna
Nwx
Carona
Queens
Im the product of every group home
My man out the slamma got the hammea and its two tone
He throwin big bullets like manute bol
High tech shit put the deuce deuce on a new drone
Bullets flyin in the air like whos home
More dangerous then smokin weed in a school zone
I dont care about whos hot or whos known
Niggas movin work since the chirp and the boost phone
But they changed on the hustle im like im impresses
I use to dabble in it some ill confess
If its other issues they gon fire techs
Let it clap
Cause this mac dont got no ios
But we still upgraded and updated
Its still drug slangin and some shavin
Its still guns blazin and pumps wavin
Niggas talk to much then they gon duct tape em
They thought i was f*cked up
Look at me up now
When i pull up now
They know wassup now
When we go uptown
They know its us now
Im chasin fast money
Im in a rush now
Yea
Young sinatra
Feelin like i run the casa
Blunts and pasta
Rollin with a bunch of mobsters
And i dont trust a single soul under god cause
Usually the ones that said i got ya are the ones that got ya
Foul capone if you try to catch me out my zone
Married to the money i dont ever leave my spouse alone
Could probly make a milly on the couch at home
Now there aint no limit where im bout to go
Feelin like im boxin with the hands of time
So if you want ur spot you need to stand in line
Glow up or stay low i cant decide
But howd we both pray hes not here and god answered mine
So this is for the wolves that never seen the moon
Imma need that bag before i leave the room
More heat than you could ever see in june
Dedicated to the memory of spoonz
Lets get that cake
They thought i was f*cked up
Look at me up now
When i pull up now
They know wassup now
When we go uptown
They know its us now
Im chasin fast money
Im in a rush now
Yea
Get your team the f*ck up outta here
Them schemes the f*ck up outta here
My nigga please hustle man dreams the f*ck up outta here
My nigga how u bummy get them jeans the f*ck up outta here
Your bitch and them bundles get the weaves the f*ck up outta here
My team the f*ck up outta here we leave the f*ck up outta here
Im hookin in the booth like kareem just left up outta here
Backwoods back rolled weed burnin outta here
I still know im the one like lebron the f*ck up outta here
Dna
Nwx
Carona
Queens
Im the product of every group home
My man out the slamma got the hammea and its two tone
He throwin big bullets like manute bol
High tech shit put the deuce deuce on a new drone
Bullets flyin in the air like whos home
More dangerous then smokin weed in a school zone
I dont care about whos hot or whos known
Niggas movin work since the chirp and the boost phone
But they changed on the hustle im like im impresses
I use to dabble in it some ill confess
If its other issues they gon fire techs
Let it clap
Cause this mac dont got no ios
But we still upgraded and updated
Its still drug slangin and some shavin
Its still guns blazin and pumps wavin
Niggas talk to much then they gon duct tape em
They thought i was f*cked up
Look at me up now
When i pull up now
They know wassup now
When we go uptown
They know its us now
Im chasin fast money
Im in a rush now
Yea
Young sinatra
Feelin like i run the casa
Blunts and pasta
Rollin with a bunch of mobsters
And i dont trust a single soul under god cause
Usually the ones that said i got ya are the ones that got ya
Foul capone if you try to catch me out my zone
Married to the money i dont ever leave my spouse alone
Could probly make a milly on the couch at home
Now there aint no limit where im bout to go
Feelin like im boxin with the hands of time
So if you want ur spot you need to stand in line
Glow up or stay low i cant decide
But howd we both pray hes not here and god answered mine
So this is for the wolves that never seen the moon
Imma need that bag before i leave the room
More heat than you could ever see in june
Dedicated to the memory of spoonz
Lets get that cake
They thought i was f*cked up
Look at me up now
When i pull up now
They know wassup now
When we go uptown
They know its us now
Im chasin fast money
Im in a rush now
Yea
Get your team the f*ck up outta here
Them schemes the f*ck up outta here
My nigga please hustle man dreams the f*ck up outta here
My nigga how u bummy get them jeans the f*ck up outta here
Your bitch and them bundles get the weaves the f*ck up outta here
My team the f*ck up outta here we leave the f*ck up outta here
Im hookin in the booth like kareem just left up outta here
Backwoods back rolled weed burnin outta here
I still know im the one like lebron the f*ck up outta here
Writer: Dominick Pugliese
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