Kevin Gates - John Gotti Lyrics
[Intro]Sometimes I tell the ***** I'm with, "Shut up and pass the weed" [x3]Free my niggas!I been smoking griggity, wish I was with emFree my niggas![Verse 1]My cousin CJ tried to hit me with a brick of rawIn Alexandria, yeah it’s nothing for to get it goneWith music, I ain’t won awards, but I kept it gangsterGon be a god in New Orleans like that nigga DaymondLandlord in the south like my nigga LucciCorvette in front of David Ways screeching free Lee Lucas***** that nigga *****, I got her saying free Lee LucasBeeto and Bryan *****, I just got off the phone with emMy old friends hatin, sending me the wrong signalsMy dog recorded conversations, man what’s wrong with him?You got them college niggas fool,I be with stone killersDoing bad ‘fore they switched on meWhen you’re out of power it’s overEverybody love you when you feed the streetsWhen you leave the streets, they don’t know youBrook used to love me till another nigga with a bigger check approached herUp in DCI, when I was calling home she was at the nigga house smokingI was trying to go to church as a family, but her and him be goingAudi S7 was a surprise, I had went and bought that for herTexting, saying someone that I love let her use his whip as a loanerPraise be to God, everything done in the dark really come back on youCocaine flipper, got the same niggas I came with, and we rollingIn the studio with my nigga Hood, but them niggas round him, they *****Gangster shit, get to going platinum, they’ll sit around and be lookingI’m so depressed I’ll kill myself, wish somebody go head and cook me*****![Hook]Bet a lot ***** niggas want to murder BrasiBoulevard, Murcirélago and a Maserati*****ie Black, Gunna, and Menace still a catch a bodyAnd if you ***** around with Rayzor, ***** I’m out my bodySideways, coupe be out my bodyWhole clique pull up in Vettes, ***** we out our bodyAnd you ever disrespect it then it’s kamikazeI just be with me a shooter like I’m John GottiI feel like John GottiJohn GottiCause it ain’t shit to send a hit, I feel like John GottiIt ain’t shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti[Verse 2]Praise to Allah, I was born a god, with the murder game I'm righteousCancel shows just for Rayzor wedding, I don't know another just like itI love Bunker, but despite the love, I don't know what made him dislike itBut me and Gunna in the Porsche truck and we screeching off like lightningFast, doing the dash, your ***** on my ass, she want me to smashFlip out and flash, I’d rather get cashDrika she bad and she into bagsUp in the Louis, Emilio PucciI tell em it’s Gucci when they want them bandsI got them racks and no longer wear jewelryCause I’m bout my business, and back selling sandI don’t get tiredI’m bout my business, and back selling sandI’m bout my business, and back selling sandPacked up my bags and jumped back on the freewaySay home's where the heart is, don’t know where I’m goingActavis drinking, I’m leaning and pouringThose who don’t get it say what are you onMy mother had sex with an angelBorn an immortal and ain’t even know itDriving alone while inside of my PorscheBeat the ***** out a *****, ain’t no slamming my doorsI’m only excited by spiritual things and I swear I can’t wait to move onAll my niggas I lost know i miss you can’t wait to be with youI’m on my way homeWhen they flip the script without warningTalking bout shit you never did for emGod blessed you with breath in your bodyWish I would let you dig in my pocketsLazy ass *****, get up and start grindingNot in the streets, you never been bout itFinally got blessed and money started pilingGot my first mil, a nigga ain’t smiling, wylin'[Hook]
