Hop out the Maserati in Versace
I'm doing big shit Liberace
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
I'm running stop signs, I ain't stopping
I'm going extra hard for the profit
We all crawled up from the bottom
We used to post up to get a knot
I want to view it all from the top
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm going extra hard for the profit
Say hello to the bad guy
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm going extra hard for the profit
Say hello to the bad guy
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
You better take a picture of the drip
You might not never this see shit again
I might just pull up on em in the coupe
I got the shooter trailing in the Benz
I might just help another nigga make it
Before I kill a nigga over the ends
I had to crawl for I walk nigga
But as a youngin I had to stand on my ten
I'm sending cash app to the pen
I had to take a loss just to win
I use to struggle every other day
I remember I was broke as a bitch
I remember taking off with your bitch
I remember I was just a child
When I learned you don't never snitch
You remember we would hustle hard
Cause all my life I never had shit
But all of that shit is just past tense
I'm so ahead of the bullshit
Still hanging where the wolves at
I'm only thinking bout getting some money
That's why the haters looking at me funny
I never change up
But these niggas switchin
More than I switch out the hunnits
Hop out the Maserati in Versace
I'm doing big shit Liberace
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
I'm running stop signs, I ain't stopping
I'm going extra hard for the profit
We all crawled up from the bottom
We used to post up to get a knot
I want to view it all from the top
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm going extra hard for the profit
Say hello to the bad guy
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm going extra hard for the profit
Say hello to the bad guy
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
These niggas garbage I'm the trash man
My closest nigga like mad max
And he on me like a backpack
I know niggas that a kill for me
I got bitches that a steal for me
I got a family to feed
Do whatever just to make sure they eat
I'm going over the speed
Paper chasing to the death of me
You better know I don't sleep
I keep my friends close
But I be closer to my enemies
These niggas gossiping like some bitches
Got me thinking bout counting up the riches
I was 22 f*cking with Diddy
I had the best blow in the city
I learnt a lot from Nooney in the kitchen
Juice was running round scraping the trenches
Now we all just addicted to living
Fast cars and a lot of bitches
But don't get it twisted
Nigga still a hit cha
But I'm trying to steady focus on the bidness
On the side prolly doing a lil pimpin
Why hit the club nigga, you ain't tipping
Hop out the Maserati in Versace
I'm doing big shit Liberace
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
I'm running stop signs, I ain't stopping
I'm going extra hard for the profit
We all crawled up from the bottom
We used to post up to get a knot
I want to view it all from the top
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm going extra hard for the profit
Say hello to the bad guy
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm going extra hard for the profit
Say hello to the bad guy
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
Pierri Lamar - Hello Lyrics
Pierri Lamar - Hello Lyrics
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Hop out the Maserati in Versace
I'm doing big shit Liberace
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
I'm running stop signs, I ain't stopping
I'm going extra hard for the profit
We all crawled up from the bottom
We used to post up to get a knot
I want to view it all from the top
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm going extra hard for the profit
Say hello to the bad guy
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm going extra hard for the profit
Say hello to the bad guy
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
You better take a picture of the drip
You might not never this see shit again
I might just pull up on em in the coupe
I got the shooter trailing in the Benz
I might just help another nigga make it
Before I kill a nigga over the ends
I had to crawl for I walk nigga
But as a youngin I had to stand on my ten
I'm sending cash app to the pen
I had to take a loss just to win
I use to struggle every other day
I remember I was broke as a bitch
I remember taking off with your bitch
I remember I was just a child
When I learned you don't never snitch
You remember we would hustle hard
Cause all my life I never had shit
But all of that shit is just past tense
I'm so ahead of the bullshit
Still hanging where the wolves at
I'm only thinking bout getting some money
That's why the haters looking at me funny
I never change up
But these niggas switchin
More than I switch out the hunnits
Hop out the Maserati in Versace
I'm doing big shit Liberace
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
I'm running stop signs, I ain't stopping
I'm going extra hard for the profit
We all crawled up from the bottom
We used to post up to get a knot
I want to view it all from the top
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm going extra hard for the profit
Say hello to the bad guy
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm going extra hard for the profit
Say hello to the bad guy
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
These niggas garbage I'm the trash man
My closest nigga like mad max
And he on me like a backpack
I know niggas that a kill for me
I got bitches that a steal for me
I got a family to feed
Do whatever just to make sure they eat
I'm going over the speed
Paper chasing to the death of me
You better know I don't sleep
I keep my friends close
But I be closer to my enemies
These niggas gossiping like some bitches
Got me thinking bout counting up the riches
I was 22 f*cking with Diddy
I had the best blow in the city
I learnt a lot from Nooney in the kitchen
Juice was running round scraping the trenches
Now we all just addicted to living
Fast cars and a lot of bitches
But don't get it twisted
Nigga still a hit cha
But I'm trying to steady focus on the bidness
On the side prolly doing a lil pimpin
Why hit the club nigga, you ain't tipping
Hop out the Maserati in Versace
I'm doing big shit Liberace
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
I'm running stop signs, I ain't stopping
I'm going extra hard for the profit
We all crawled up from the bottom
We used to post up to get a knot
I want to view it all from the top
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm going extra hard for the profit
Say hello to the bad guy
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm going extra hard for the profit
Say hello to the bad guy
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
I'm doing big shit Liberace
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
I'm running stop signs, I ain't stopping
I'm going extra hard for the profit
We all crawled up from the bottom
We used to post up to get a knot
I want to view it all from the top
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm going extra hard for the profit
Say hello to the bad guy
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm going extra hard for the profit
Say hello to the bad guy
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
You better take a picture of the drip
You might not never this see shit again
I might just pull up on em in the coupe
I got the shooter trailing in the Benz
I might just help another nigga make it
Before I kill a nigga over the ends
I had to crawl for I walk nigga
But as a youngin I had to stand on my ten
I'm sending cash app to the pen
I had to take a loss just to win
I use to struggle every other day
I remember I was broke as a bitch
I remember taking off with your bitch
I remember I was just a child
When I learned you don't never snitch
You remember we would hustle hard
Cause all my life I never had shit
But all of that shit is just past tense
I'm so ahead of the bullshit
Still hanging where the wolves at
I'm only thinking bout getting some money
That's why the haters looking at me funny
I never change up
But these niggas switchin
More than I switch out the hunnits
Hop out the Maserati in Versace
I'm doing big shit Liberace
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
I'm running stop signs, I ain't stopping
I'm going extra hard for the profit
We all crawled up from the bottom
We used to post up to get a knot
I want to view it all from the top
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm going extra hard for the profit
Say hello to the bad guy
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm going extra hard for the profit
Say hello to the bad guy
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
These niggas garbage I'm the trash man
My closest nigga like mad max
And he on me like a backpack
I know niggas that a kill for me
I got bitches that a steal for me
I got a family to feed
Do whatever just to make sure they eat
I'm going over the speed
Paper chasing to the death of me
You better know I don't sleep
I keep my friends close
But I be closer to my enemies
These niggas gossiping like some bitches
Got me thinking bout counting up the riches
I was 22 f*cking with Diddy
I had the best blow in the city
I learnt a lot from Nooney in the kitchen
Juice was running round scraping the trenches
Now we all just addicted to living
Fast cars and a lot of bitches
But don't get it twisted
Nigga still a hit cha
But I'm trying to steady focus on the bidness
On the side prolly doing a lil pimpin
Why hit the club nigga, you ain't tipping
Hop out the Maserati in Versace
I'm doing big shit Liberace
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
I'm running stop signs, I ain't stopping
I'm going extra hard for the profit
We all crawled up from the bottom
We used to post up to get a knot
I want to view it all from the top
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm going extra hard for the profit
Say hello to the bad guy
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm going extra hard for the profit
Say hello to the bad guy
I got it on me like I'm John Gotti
Writer: Pierri Young
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