Shakur

I'm really 2Pac reincarnated, bro

(Great John on the beat, by the way)

**** talk hot, better move first, **** bust a move

'Cause all my **** with the drillin' shit, pop out, know I keep a tool

Get ya top knocked off, leg shots had boy runnin' out his what? What?

Look, look

**** talk hot, better move first, **** bust a move

'Cause all my **** with the drillin' shit, pop out, know I keep a tool

Get ya top knocked off, leg shots had boy runnin' out his shoes

Let a fuck **** try to flex on me, get shot at with your boo

Yeah, we sendin' **** sky high, doin' walk-ups and drive-bys

Ain't no friends up in my gang, ****, only brothers with mob ties

All my dogs, yeah, we put in pain ****, ain't no opp **** survived

If a fuck **** try to play with 'em, get X'ed out on the spot

Got me feelin' like John Gotti, you get popped if you movin' Wocky

You get stepped on, ain't no stress homie, get knocked down, no problem

And this Spanish bitch call me Papi , beat the cat up, not stoppin'

All black, dressed like Batman, tell bro it's time to go robbin'

And we've been killin' shit, yeah

I be with them killers who gon' finish it there

And we ain't doin' shit fair

Boy, you wanna fight, come fight these bullets then, yeah

He got that work, then gimme that, this ain't no pitty-pat

I be with them wolves that hunt you down, there ain't no duckin' that

You'll be a lost soul, flyin' around for all that chitty-chat

And when these hollows come and send you down, there ain't no comin' back

I know you see a squad full of killers, but we got freaky hoes

You know this a Corona-free party, so just don't come with clothes

Feds be tryna get you, they watchin', you know I'm duckin' those

Eighty thousand bands up on my neck, this shit is white and rose

**** talk hot, better move first, **** bust a move

'Cause all my **** with the drillin' shit, pop out, know I keep a tool

Get ya top knocked off, leg shots had boy runnin' out his shoes

Let a fuck **** try to flex on me, get shot at with your boo

Yeah, we sendin' **** sky high, doin' walk-ups and drive-bys

Ain't no friends up in my gang, ****, only brothers with mob ties

All my dogs, yeah we put in pain ****, ain't no opp **** survived

If a fuck **** try to play with 'em, get X'ed out on the spot

Got me feelin' like John Gotti

Got me feelin' like John Gotti

Gotti, Gotti, Gotti