Street Niggaz 2 ft. Gotti God Lyrics

Everyday we catching plays

Pack in no time to lay

Really selling zips for what I paid they like boy no way

Really send a hit you play

Never seen me hit a jay

They wonder how I'm getting paid

I got back in to this day

Really stuck the slab inside the oven that's how that bread got baked

Really ducking dodging cases

On parole that blick I stay with

Really had a bitch who had a friend they throats they let me play with

Yeah I flew to cali for a month for what I can't say

Really got the lo for ever spot you lay you better not say shit

Niggas repping flags I put up blues they hit you where you stay at

How you in the zone they got them zones the west is where I play at

Yeah detectives questioned me ask em did a nigga speak

Bad bitches niggas wanna fuck couldn't get a date out me

Ask me how I really feel I wanna get a nigga killed now

Ask me how I really feel can't tell you how a 100 feel but it's cool I'm grinding still

Want me to stop popping pills

When I'm in this bitch I can't not last I feel that water spill

Took so many percs couldn't get it up but yeah I ate still

We ain't see that paperwork nigga you still tattletaled

Niggas call my phone like they the bros and I'm gon tax em still

Real street nigga I had to put that perpin to the side

I ain't banging bitch I'm slanging bitch turn a two into a five

Everybody got they way I'm gon introduce you to mine

Any nigga want the sauce tell them niggas to fall in line

Speaking facts inside my raps

You play with us it's gon get ugly

Feeling like rico in the pussy hitting yo bitch while doing the dougie

They niggas stole they never robbed smacked or took nothing from me

Same nigga I'm into with used to beg me just to front em

I think she love me but all I'm seeing is the green

When you self made and get it on your own what is a team

I remember how it started made a call just from that dream

Really get it from the trap you niggas on them tv screens

She keep asking me do I love I double back and say what you mean

They sending shade from how I'm jugging I make it off the green

Got my hands all on her throat I ain't stopping until she cream

She only called me back cuz she felt me in her spleen

Me and gotti was the last ones in the hood that's on my momma

I ain't gotta speak that's understood don't put me in no drama

With the guys they got insurance They treat me like obama

Go to war when it come to mine they look at me like I'm osama