Drakeo The Ruler - John Gotti

First off, bitch, my life is Baghdad
(Thank You Fizzle)
Woofin' on the net, then he got stripped
Where was his strap at?
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
A hundred fifty in a trash bag
Time to shake him up
We tip the strippers, we strip the strippers
It's the mob, bitch, we kill the killers
Beat it up, beat it up, yeah, Thriller Manila
Minks and bling
Don't leave out the chinchillas
Double R, Rolls Royce Dawn
You niggas know the deal with me
I'm a boss, never get robbed
Niggas could only steal from me
But then some twelve year olds come
Out and drill for me think about it
Do you want these problems literally?
The grim reaper out and he
Don't show no sympathy

John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for
Me, nigga, I'm the don in my city
Who is you in yours?
Grab the beef packet and make
Top Ramen noodles with
It, if you ain't tryna get no money
Who you do it for?
John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for
Me, nigga, I'm the don in my city
Who is you in yours?
Grab the beef packet and make
Top Ramen noodles with
It, if you ain't tryna get no money
Who you do it for?

See an opp in traffic, hit him up, nigga
2Pac the crime report and ballistics say
He died from two Glocks
I know he ran his mouth
But did you have to knock his shoes off?
Forty with a dick, let it squeeze
It got blue balls he'll be trippy red if he
Playing with my blue hundreds
Sixty-six shots, another six at Jimmy Neutron
I'm on demon time
Don't you ever get too big headed
Beef on the plate, shrimp, lobster, steak
Eat with me instead you worry 'bout always
Tryna compete with me
Swimming with the fishes like
He tryna find Nemo
Got shark in the water, a great white
He seafood
Dumbass spent his whole life tryna be Deebo
A hundred shells drop
Cock back mops and reload
That Black Lives Matter shit is so 2003 bro
Ugh

John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for
Me, nigga, I'm the don in my city
Who is you in yours?
Grab the beef packet and make
Top Ramen noodles with
It, if you ain't tryna get no money
Who you do it for?
John Gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for
Me, nigga, I'm the don in my city
Who is you in yours?
Grab the beef packet and make
Top Ramen noodles with
It, if you ain't tryna get no money
Who you do it for?

Shit, nigga, John Gotti car
Mops in the yard, shoot for me
Nigga, nigga, I'm the don in my city
Who is you in yours?
Shit, grab the beef packet and make
Top Ramen noodles with it
Shit, John Gotti car, mops in the yard
Shoot for me
If you ain't tryna get no money
Who you do it for?

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