Lirik Lagu World War III - Yo Gotti
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It's a World War Three, niggaFuckin' wit me, niggaMy niggas wit it, wit it, I&E, niggaWorld War Three niggaFuckin' wit me, niggaMy niggas wit it, wit it, WB bitch
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boyI'm bout to separate yo soul from yo body boyI got that chopper boy, coming through yo block boyAnd you can't stop us boy, betta call the coppers boyMy niggas wit it, wit itMoney, we get it, get itI see my target, regardless I hit it, hit itBullets ain't got no nameGotti ain't playin' gamesGotti don't buss in the crowd, I see my mane in aimSituations don't matter, put yo head on a platterCatch the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and rattleGot on yo head, feel you ready, got on yo best?You say you beefin' wit Gotti you livin' then you blessedFu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a revolutionI ain't gone chill, until I get a executionFu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a revolutionI ain't gone chill, until I get a execution
So you say you want to break the lawWhat about when I break your jaw?What about, when I come through your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and mypeople, stuntin' wit a Sod-OffI say you want to think, before you do thatYou don't really want to see me run through thatI'm screamin out Gotti, before I got him so why you screamin' Who that?You say you want to wild outBut you don't want to foul outWhat the fuck you thinkin' bout?See you fuckin' wit a block burner, when shit get hot it melt, ain't notellin' how it turn outI'm bringin' fame to the streets in a proper wayRepresent I&E each and every dayYo Gotti, motherfucker, what the fuck you say?My grill ain't real, my shit don't shine in your faceHow many niggas had six figgas, besides JiggaBefore the rap game came, me and my niggasRepresentin' down southWit plat up in our mouthShit, bricks, and chips is what I'm all aboutSay it againRewind the shit, Play it again, record againCause you fuckin wit a nigga, bring war again
I scream attention!If you a I&E solider pay attention!Cause it's some serious shit I'm bout to mention!Go and get that nigga, so I can lynch him!Don't ever join my team and try to exitThat's like having a Lexus and won't flex itI know you like the ice up in my braceletIt's all about the sign around my necklaceYou recklessYou had the advantageNow you can't do nothing, but panicLike a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too romanticI'm the number one writerWho say that they tighter?That's just like bringing a fight, up out of a fighterTrick, I'm ready for it, never 'noid, so energeticAnd with that slick shit you pull, you make me feel disrespectedIt's a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boyI ain't no studio gangsta I bring the drama boy
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boyI'm bout to separate yo soul from yo body boyI got that chopper boy, coming through yo block boyAnd you can't stop us boy, betta call the coppers boyMy niggas wit it, wit itMoney, we get it, get itI see my target, regardless I hit it, hit itBullets ain't got no nameGotti ain't playin' gamesGotti don't buss in the crowd, I see my mane in aimSituations don't matter, put yo head on a platterCatch the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and rattleGot on yo head, feel you ready, got on yo best?You say you beefin' wit Gotti you livin' then you blessedFu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a revolutionI ain't gone chill, until I get a executionFu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a revolutionI ain't gone chill, until I get a execution
So you say you want to break the lawWhat about when I break your jaw?What about, when I come through your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and mypeople, stuntin' wit a Sod-OffI say you want to think, before you do thatYou don't really want to see me run through thatI'm screamin out Gotti, before I got him so why you screamin' Who that?You say you want to wild outBut you don't want to foul outWhat the fuck you thinkin' bout?See you fuckin' wit a block burner, when shit get hot it melt, ain't notellin' how it turn outI'm bringin' fame to the streets in a proper wayRepresent I&E each and every dayYo Gotti, motherfucker, what the fuck you say?My grill ain't real, my shit don't shine in your faceHow many niggas had six figgas, besides JiggaBefore the rap game came, me and my niggasRepresentin' down southWit plat up in our mouthShit, bricks, and chips is what I'm all aboutSay it againRewind the shit, Play it again, record againCause you fuckin wit a nigga, bring war again
I scream attention!If you a I&E solider pay attention!Cause it's some serious shit I'm bout to mention!Go and get that nigga, so I can lynch him!Don't ever join my team and try to exitThat's like having a Lexus and won't flex itI know you like the ice up in my braceletIt's all about the sign around my necklaceYou recklessYou had the advantageNow you can't do nothing, but panicLike a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too romanticI'm the number one writerWho say that they tighter?That's just like bringing a fight, up out of a fighterTrick, I'm ready for it, never 'noid, so energeticAnd with that slick shit you pull, you make me feel disrespectedIt's a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boyI ain't no studio gangsta I bring the drama boy
