歌手:Kevin Gates
专辑:《Luca Brasi 2: Gangsta Grillz》

作词 : Kevin Gilyard/Alanza Sibley/Darnell Hodges
作曲 : Kevin Gilyard/Alanza Sibley/Darnell Hodges
Kevin Gates -John Gotti
Bet a lot p**sy ni**as want to murder Brasi
Boulevard Murcirelago and a Maserati
Boobie Black Gunna and Menace still a catch a body
And if you f**k around with Rayzor
B**ch I'm out my body
Sideways coupe be out my body
Whole clique pull up in Vettes
B**ch 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
Put your hands down when you talkin'to me b**ch
John Gotti
'Cause it ain't sh*t to send a hit I feel like John Gotti
It ain't sh*t to send a hit I feel like John Gotti
My cousin CJ tried to hit me with a brick of raw
In Alexandria yeah 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 ni**a Daymond
Landlord in the south like my ni**a Lucci
Corvette in front of David Ways screeching free Lee Lucas
F**k that ni**a b**ch
I got her saying free Lee Lucas
Free Lee Lucas
Say free Lee Lucas
Beeto and Bryan b**ch I just got off the phone with 'em
My old friends hatin sending me the wrong signals
My dog recorded conversations
Man what's wrong with him
You got them college ni**as fool I be with stone killers
Bet a lot p**sy ni**as want to murder Brasi
Boulevard Murcirelago and a Maserati
Boobie Black Gunna and Menace still a catch a body
And if you f**k around with Rayzor
B**ch I'm out my body
Sideways coupe be out my body
Whole clique pull up in Vettes b**ch 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
Put your hands down when you talkin'to me b**ch
John Gotti
'Cause it ain't sh*t to send a hit I feel like John Gotti
It ain't sh*t 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 b**ch on my a**
She want me to smash
Flip out and flash I'd rather get cash
Drika 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 p**sy ni**as want to murder Brasi
Boulevard Murcirelago and a Maserati
Boobie Black Gunna and Menace still a catch a body
And if you f**k around with Rayzor
B**ch I'm out my body
Sideways coupe be out my body
Whole clique pull up in Vettes
B**ch 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
Put your hands down when you talkin'to me b**ch
John Gotti
'Cause it ain't sh*t to send a hit I feel like John Gotti
It ain't sh*t to send a hit I feel like John Gotti