(CityBoy!)
(Yeah, Yeah)
I feel like John Gotti, I’m whipping out the Audi
She giving me Yo Gotti, I’m feeling on her body
She feel it in her soul, sippin' lean I’m on go
.762’s hit him in his nose and my teeth is on froze
24 carat Popular gold, Nascar tee like Ricky Bobby
I wear Off-White like its a hobby
Saint Laurent make em feel snobby and this verse i’m finna body
Play with Autumn! then that’s a homi’
C’z in the cut like Mr. Miyagi
I spilled the lean on my Murakami
I got the gas my n***a come find me and my belt looking real shiny
I poured a 4 so i’m reclining and all these hoes I am declining
Imma blow up its all about timing
If I go out its always fine dining
(Twinuzis!)
Imma blow up its all about timing
When I go out it’s always fine dining
He stealing my swag yeah that boy is biting
I’m all in her mouth yeah just like some
Trident
He tryna be me yeah that he boy tried it
Me and Johnny like Obama and Biden
All the 350s she knows what I’m driving
She lovin’ the belt, she know it’s B.B. Simon
I was in trip I had to come find it
She lovin’ my fashion she like where you find it
Asking me if i’m thinking ‘bout signing
[?] then i’m declining
Kickin’ shit feeling like John Gotti
Can’t leave the house if i ain’t got the glocky
AR on me imma catch me a body
Too many sons yeah they like to copy
He tryna be me but he not me
LV, with the Murakami
Telly, kickin’ shit in the lobby
Bad lil bitch she callin’ me papi
I got three hoes but I am not jolly
Sippin’ the lean, I feel like a zombie
(CityBoy!)
Bad lil bitch she calling me papi
These n***as hate but they always copy
She wanna fuck
I told that bitch top me
(Twinuzis!)
She giving brain and she do it sloppy
Choppa on me and I keep a glocky
Run up on me them bullets gon’ stop him
Flexing so hard like i’m in a damn gym
N***as hate yeah they like “I cannot stand him,”
(CityBoy!)
Glockys on me I cannot jam ‘em
Talk down and you can get jammed up
N***as jokes, they do stand-up
Fucked his bitch and set his mans up
Yeah, Yeah I’m feeling like John Gotti
Yeah I’m feeling like John Gotti
I’m whipping out the Audi
She giving me Yo Gotti (hey)
I’m feeling like John Gotti (yeah, woah)
I’m feeling like John Gotti (hey, woah)
I'm whipping out the audi
She giving me Yo Gotti
I feel it in my body
