Hey, who dat?

Johngotitt

Trap beat still doing numbers

Big Gotti still got runners

Twenty years straight, no fumbles

Wild life **** from the jungle

**** too small to be cocky

And I'm too big to be humble

Yeah, I was okay, rich selling thunder

Too much, can't tuck it, I'm punching

I ain't get no game from my uncles

So I ain't show em' no love on the numbers, fuck 'em

Shit, they hated my pops

They act like it's love 'cause I'm up, but it's not

First in the city, put switch on a Glock

First **** paid five figures a drop

Keep it a good grip when you hitting, it's hot

Put one on top and then hop out the car wit' that

Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa

Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa

More than twin flames hitting up that car (Flat)

I'll make a **** call for Allah (On God)

I'ma trap ****, baby, I'm a star (I am)

When I say go bar for bar (Sticks)

See, that's a hunnid thousand Xanax bars (Bars)

I could buy it on a Amex card (Swipe)

Ain't no receipt on a pack, ****

Ain't no bringing this shit back, ****

Fuck around and get flapped, ****

Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa

Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa

I got these sticks in the rental

This bitch in the car, she too sentimental

I got my dawg in my car and he fuck with the opps, he playing the middle

Oh, he thinking he slime, I'm three steps ahead, he don't even know it

I told him I need some gas, I get out then pump it, they pull up and blow it

I was chilling in Turks, my **** on Percs, he talking 'bout killing (Killing)

I'm tryna exit the streets, this shit gotta ceiling, I'm thinking 'bout billions ('Bout billions)

I just talked to Drew Finland, they finna free dawg, you don't know the feeling

Yeah, you don't know the feeling, they lock up your partner, y'all running up millions

Yeah, I just jumped off the island, I'm back on a tour

Jump off the tour and I'm back in the trap

Jump out the trap and go up to the office

Put down the strap, go through some offers

Pick up my strap and I'm back at the door

Phone on private, ain't dropping my lo' (My lo')

Calling the label, they late on our paper, we treating this shit like we still selling dope

Brand new Ferrari, I ordered it (Skrrt)

Asian masseuse, imported it (Imported it)

I'm on the side my **** on, so if they get on your ass, I'm supporting it

I'm too big for the bullshit, I already know it (I know it)

I know better but I ignore it (Ignore it)

I'm not a rapper, I'm a poet (What am I?)

Street ****, drug lord (Gotti)

Let the beat breathe

Hey, let the beat breathe on these pussies

Just vibe out, flex, know what I'm saying?

First 100k I remember

First seven figures I remember

First AK I remember

It was cold day in December

First **** felt it, first **** felt that fa

First ****

First **** y'all let die

Pussies