Bet a lot pussy niggas want to murder Brasi
Boulevard, Murcirélago and a Maserati
Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body
And if you f*ck around with Rayzor, bitch I’m out my body
Sideways, coupe be out my body
Whole clique pull up in Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you [A7ever disrespect it then it’s kamikaze
I just be [Am]with me a shooter like [F]I’m John Gotti
I feel like [F]John Gotti
(Put your hands down, when you [A7talkin' to [C7]me, bitch)
John Gotti
'Cause it ain’t shit to [C7]send a hit, I feel like [F]John Gotti
It ain’t shit to [C7]send a hit, I feel like [F]John Gotti
My cousin CJ tɾied to [C7]hit me with a brick of ɾaw
In Alexandria, yeah it’s nothing for [Dm7]to [C7]get it gone
With music, I ain’t won [C7]awards, but I kept it gangster
Gon [C7]be [Am]a god in New Orleans like [F]that nigga Daymond
Landlord in the south like [F]my [A]nigga Lucci
Corvette in front of David Ways screeching free Lee Lucas
F*ck that nigga bitch, I got [Fm7]her saying free Lee Lucas (Free Lee Lucas)
(Say free Lee Lucas)
Beeto [C7]and [Bm]Bryan bitch, I just got [Fm7]off the ρhone with 'em
My old friends hatin, sending me the wrong [Am]signals
My dog ɾecorded conversations, man what’s wrong [Am]with him?
You got [Fm7]them [A]college niggas fool, I be [Am]with stone killers
Bet a lot pussy niggas want to [C7]murder Brasi
Boulevard, Murcirélago and [Bm]a Maserati
Boobie Black, Gunna, and [Bm]Menace still a catch a body
And if you [A7f*ck around with Rayzor, bitch I’m out my [A]body
Sideways, coupe be [Am]out my [A]body
Whole clique pull up in Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you [A7ever disrespect it then it’s kamikaze
I just be [Am]with me a shooter like [F]I’m John Gotti
I feel like [F]John Gotti
(Put your hands down, when you [A7talkin' to [C7]me, bitch)
John Gotti
'Cause it ain’t shit to [C7]send a hit, I feel like [F]John Gotti
It ain’t shit to [C7]send a hit, I feel like [F]John Gotti
Praise to [C7]Allah, I was [Am7]born a god
With the murder game I'm ɾighteous
Cancel shows just for [Dm7]Rayzor wedding, I don't know another just like [F]it
I love Bunker, but despite the love, I don't know what made him dislike [F]it
But me and [Bm]Gunna in the Porsche tɾuck and [Bm]we screeching off like [F]lightning
Fast, doing the dash, your bitch on [C7]my [A]ass, she want me to [C7]smash
Flip out and [Bm]flash, I’d ɾather get cash
Drika she bad and [Bm]she into [C7]bags
Up in the Louis, Emilio Pucci
I tell em [A]it’s Gucci when they want them [A]bands
I got [Fm7]them [A]ɾacks and [Bm]no longer wear jewelry
'Cause I’m bout my [A]business, and [Bm]back selling sand
I don’t get tired
I’m bout my [A]business, and [Bm]back selling sand
I’m bout my [A]business, and [Bm]back selling sand
I’m bout my [A]business, and [Bm]back selling sand
I’m bout my [A]business, and [Bm]back selling sand
Bet a lot pussy niggas want to [C7]murder Brasi
Boulevard, Murcirélago and [Bm]a Maserati
Boobie Black, Gunna, and [Bm]Menace still a catch a body
And if you [A7f*ck around with Rayzor, bitch I’m out my [A]body
Sideways, coupe be [Am]out my [A]body
Whole clique pull up in Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you [A7ever disrespect it then it’s kamikaze
I just be [Am]with me a shooter like [F]I’m John Gotti
I feel like [F]John Gotti
(Put your hands down, when you [A7talkin' to [C7]me, bitch)
John Gotti
'Cause it ain’t shit to [C7]send a hit, I feel like [F]John Gotti
It ain’t shit to [C7]send a hit, I feel like [F]John Gotti
