[00:00.00] 作词 : Kevin Gilyard/Alanza Sibley/Darnell Hodges
[00:00.13] 作曲 : Kevin Gilyard/Alanza Sibley/Darnell Hodges
[00:00.27][Chorus]
[00:00.48]Bet a lot of pussy niggas wanna murder Brasi
[00:03.48]Boulevard, Mar-a-Lago and a Maserati
[00:07.44]Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace still will catch a body
[00:11.34]And if you **** around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
[00:15.54]Sideways, skrrt, coupe be out my body
[00:18.78]Whole clique pull up in 'Vettes, bitch we out our body
[00:22.59]And you ever disrespect it, then it's kamikaze
[00:26.34]I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti
[00:31.62]I feel like John Gotti, John Gotti
[00:33.54]'Cause it ain’t shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti
[00:41.16]It ain’t shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti
[00:44.31][Verse 1]
[00:44.55]My cousin CJ tryna to hit me with a brick of raw
[00:48.27]In Alexandria, it’s nothing for to get it gone
[00:51.90]With music, I ain’t won awards, but I kept it gangster
[00:55.59]Gon' be a god in New Orleans like that nigga Daymond
[00:59.37]Landlord in the south like my nigga Lucci
[01:02.94]Corvette in front of David Ways screeching free Lee Lucas
[01:06.81]**** that nigga bitch, I got her saying free Lee Lucas
[01:14.43]Beeto and Bryan bitch, I just got off the phone with em
[01:18.12]My old friends hating, sending me the wrong signals
[01:21.45]My dawg recorded conversations, man what’s wrong with him?
[01:25.29]You got them college niggas fooled, I be with stone killers
[01:28.59][Chorus]
[01:29.07]Bet a lot of pussy niggas wanna murder Brasi
[01:32.04]Boulevard, Mar-a-Lago and a Maserati
[01:35.97]Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace still will catch a body
[01:39.96]And if you **** around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
[01:44.16]Sideways, skrrt, coupe be out my body
[01:47.40]Whole clique pull up in 'Vettes, bitch we out our body
[01:51.24]And you ever disrespect it, then it's kamikaze
[01:54.96]I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti
[02:00.24]I feel like John Gotti, John Gotti
[02:02.16]'Cause it ain’t shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti
[02:09.81]It ain’t shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti
[02:12.45][Verse 2]
[02:12.69]Praise to Allah, I was born a god, with the murder game I'm righteous
[02:16.35]Cancel shows just for Rayzor wedding, I don't know another just like it
[02:20.13]I love Bunker, but despite the love, I don't know what made him dislike it
[02:23.79]But me and Gunna in the Porsche truck and we screeching off like lightning
[02:27.60]Fast, doing the dash, your bitch on my ass, she want me to smash
[02:30.90]Flip out and flash, I’d rather get cash
[02:32.67]Dreka she bad and she into bags
[02:34.53]Up in the Louis, Emilio Pucci
[02:36.39]I tell 'em it's Gucci when they want them bands
[02:38.31]I got them racks and no longer wear jewelry
[02:40.02]'Cause I'm bout my business, and back selling sand
[02:42.21]I don’t get tired
[02:43.86]I'm 'bout my business, and back selling sand
[02:47.49]I'm 'bout my business, and back selling sand
[02:51.27](I'm 'bout my business, and back selling sand
[02:55.17]I'm 'bout my business, and back selling sand)
[02:56.46][Chorus]
[02:57.69]Bet a lot of pussy niggas wanna murder Brasi
[03:00.69]Boulevard, Mar-a-Lago and a Maserati
[03:04.71]Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace still will catch a body
[03:08.55]And if you **** around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
[03:12.81]Sideways, skrrt, coupe be out my body
[03:16.02]Whole clique pull up in 'Vettes, bitch we out our body
[03:19.83]And you ever disrespect it, then it's kamikaze
[03:23.55]I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti
[03:28.86]I feel like John Gotti, John Gotti
[03:30.78]'Cause it ain’t shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti
[03:38.43]It ain’t shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti

作词 : Kevin Gilyard/Alanza Sibley/Darnell Hodges
作曲 : Kevin Gilyard/Alanza Sibley/Darnell Hodges
Bet a lot of pussy niggas wanna murder Brasi
Boulevard, Mar-a-Lago and a Maserati
Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace still will catch a body
And if you **** around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
Sideways, skrrt, coupe be out my body
Whole clique pull up in 'Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you ever disrespect it, then it's kamikaze
I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti
I feel like John Gotti, John Gotti
'Cause it ain’t shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti
It ain’t shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti
My cousin CJ tryna to hit me with a brick of raw
In Alexandria, it’s nothing for to get it gone
With music, I ain’t won awards, but I kept it gangster
Gon' be a god in New Orleans like that nigga Daymond
Landlord in the south like my nigga Lucci
Corvette in front of David Ways screeching free Lee Lucas
**** that nigga bitch, I got her saying free Lee Lucas
Beeto and Bryan bitch, I just got off the phone with em
My old friends hating, sending me the wrong signals
My dawg recorded conversations, man what’s wrong with him?
You got them college niggas fooled, I be with stone killers
Bet a lot of pussy niggas wanna murder Brasi
Boulevard, Mar-a-Lago and a Maserati
Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace still will catch a body
And if you **** around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
Sideways, skrrt, coupe be out my body
Whole clique pull up in 'Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you ever disrespect it, then it's kamikaze
I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti
I feel like John Gotti, John Gotti
'Cause it ain’t shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti
It ain’t shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti
Praise to Allah, I was born a god, with the murder game I'm righteous
Cancel shows just for Rayzor wedding, I don't know another just like it
I love Bunker, but despite the love, I don't know what made him dislike it
But me and Gunna in the Porsche truck and we screeching off like lightning
Fast, doing the dash, your bitch on my ass, she want me to smash
Flip out and flash, I’d rather get cash
Dreka she bad and she into bags
Up in the Louis, Emilio Pucci
I tell 'em it's Gucci when they want them bands
I got them racks and no longer wear jewelry
'Cause I'm bout my business, and back selling sand
I don’t get tired
I'm 'bout my business, and back selling sand
I'm 'bout my business, and back selling sand
(I'm 'bout my business, and back selling sand
I'm 'bout my business, and back selling sand)
Bet a lot of pussy niggas wanna murder Brasi
Boulevard, Mar-a-Lago and a Maserati
Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace still will catch a body
And if you **** around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
Sideways, skrrt, coupe be out my body
Whole clique pull up in 'Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you ever disrespect it, then it's kamikaze
I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti
I feel like John Gotti, John Gotti
'Cause it ain’t shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti
It ain’t shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti