Niggas bummy got they funny not they money up
If you ain't got no money you can't run with us
Just know you gotta deal with twenty you touch one of us
And no I am not nuttin in you bitch cause you ain't one of one
I up the blick give a bitch nigga a tummy tuck
And we ain't gotta jump we shoot feet so get your bunnies up
Them niggas really out they mind they think they one of us
If I ain't seen you jugging out the trap then I'm finessing
Gotti Gotti made it out the trap and thats a blessing
And he got it got it
Just don't show it off I learned my lesson
Got a pocket rocket watch you niggas fail you try to test me
I be sliding for my niggas like I'm Gretzky
I ain't f*cking with that shawty she ain't got no class
She too messy
I get love in Argentina got me moving like I'm Messi
I be balling like Miami all my shooters be lefty
Got a button on my hip you try to push it you get stretched
Beep
Call that new gun I got Charlie clips
You see fire when it spit
That lil bitch said that she flexible
She lying she ain't shit
She talking stupid on the phone she lying for the dick
She be crying for the dick
Iont care cause she ain't mine
F*ck her face and give her CTE I'm f*cking up her mind
She ain't walking right no more cause I was f*cking up her spine
I'm jacking money over bitches
I can't let her waste my time
They told me murder what she wrote
And for my Brodies I'm gone slide
Pop a perc is a vibe
Baby do not blow my high
For a verse charge a dime
I got money on my mind
For the brodies charging 5
Half a price half a price
Pour a 4 up in a sprite
Pour a pint pour a pint
From the east Issa zoo
Baby this ain't nothing new
Fetty baggies on the floor it got the sidewalk looking blue
For the Skrilla I was with whatever Leeky made the move
Bethel Villa where I made my money I thought that you knew
Niggas bummy got they funny not they money up
If you ain't got no money you can't run with us
Just know you gotta deal with twenty you touch one of us
And no I am not nuttin in you bitch cause you ain't one of one
I up the blick give a bitch nigga a tummy tuck
And we ain't gotta jump we shoot feet so get your bunnies up
Them niggas really out they mind they think they one of us
If I ain't seen you jugging out the trap then I'm finessing
Keyvio Gotti - Warrior Lyrics
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Niggas bummy got they funny not they money up
If you ain't got no money you can't run with us
Just know you gotta deal with twenty you touch one of us
And no I am not nuttin in you bitch cause you ain't one of one
I up the blick give a bitch nigga a tummy tuck
And we ain't gotta jump we shoot feet so get your bunnies up
Them niggas really out they mind they think they one of us
If I ain't seen you jugging out the trap then I'm finessing
Gotti Gotti made it out the trap and thats a blessing
And he got it got it
Just don't show it off I learned my lesson
Got a pocket rocket watch you niggas fail you try to test me
I be sliding for my niggas like I'm Gretzky
I ain't f*cking with that shawty she ain't got no class
She too messy
I get love in Argentina got me moving like I'm Messi
I be balling like Miami all my shooters be lefty
Got a button on my hip you try to push it you get stretched
Beep
Call that new gun I got Charlie clips
You see fire when it spit
That lil bitch said that she flexible
She lying she ain't shit
She talking stupid on the phone she lying for the dick
She be crying for the dick
Iont care cause she ain't mine
F*ck her face and give her CTE I'm f*cking up her mind
She ain't walking right no more cause I was f*cking up her spine
I'm jacking money over bitches
I can't let her waste my time
They told me murder what she wrote
And for my Brodies I'm gone slide
Pop a perc is a vibe
Baby do not blow my high
For a verse charge a dime
I got money on my mind
For the brodies charging 5
Half a price half a price
Pour a 4 up in a sprite
Pour a pint pour a pint
From the east Issa zoo
Baby this ain't nothing new
Fetty baggies on the floor it got the sidewalk looking blue
For the Skrilla I was with whatever Leeky made the move
Bethel Villa where I made my money I thought that you knew
Niggas bummy got they funny not they money up
If you ain't got no money you can't run with us
Just know you gotta deal with twenty you touch one of us
And no I am not nuttin in you bitch cause you ain't one of one
I up the blick give a bitch nigga a tummy tuck
And we ain't gotta jump we shoot feet so get your bunnies up
Them niggas really out they mind they think they one of us
If I ain't seen you jugging out the trap then I'm finessing
If you ain't got no money you can't run with us
Just know you gotta deal with twenty you touch one of us
And no I am not nuttin in you bitch cause you ain't one of one
I up the blick give a bitch nigga a tummy tuck
And we ain't gotta jump we shoot feet so get your bunnies up
Them niggas really out they mind they think they one of us
If I ain't seen you jugging out the trap then I'm finessing
Gotti Gotti made it out the trap and thats a blessing
And he got it got it
Just don't show it off I learned my lesson
Got a pocket rocket watch you niggas fail you try to test me
I be sliding for my niggas like I'm Gretzky
I ain't f*cking with that shawty she ain't got no class
She too messy
I get love in Argentina got me moving like I'm Messi
I be balling like Miami all my shooters be lefty
Got a button on my hip you try to push it you get stretched
Beep
Call that new gun I got Charlie clips
You see fire when it spit
That lil bitch said that she flexible
She lying she ain't shit
She talking stupid on the phone she lying for the dick
She be crying for the dick
Iont care cause she ain't mine
F*ck her face and give her CTE I'm f*cking up her mind
She ain't walking right no more cause I was f*cking up her spine
I'm jacking money over bitches
I can't let her waste my time
They told me murder what she wrote
And for my Brodies I'm gone slide
Pop a perc is a vibe
Baby do not blow my high
For a verse charge a dime
I got money on my mind
For the brodies charging 5
Half a price half a price
Pour a 4 up in a sprite
Pour a pint pour a pint
From the east Issa zoo
Baby this ain't nothing new
Fetty baggies on the floor it got the sidewalk looking blue
For the Skrilla I was with whatever Leeky made the move
Bethel Villa where I made my money I thought that you knew
Niggas bummy got they funny not they money up
If you ain't got no money you can't run with us
Just know you gotta deal with twenty you touch one of us
And no I am not nuttin in you bitch cause you ain't one of one
I up the blick give a bitch nigga a tummy tuck
And we ain't gotta jump we shoot feet so get your bunnies up
Them niggas really out they mind they think they one of us
If I ain't seen you jugging out the trap then I'm finessing
Writer: Keyvis Frazier
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