John Gotti

[Chorus: B. Lou]

John Gotti, pill popper (facts)

Sealed bottle, head shotters

Ride fast, Bugatti

New money, new hundreds

Still stunting, trap jumping

Who the freshest, be honest (B. Lou)

Lil nigga one hundred

Selling drugs, narcotics

[Post-Chorus: B. Lou]

John Gotti (Gotti), sellin' dope (huh?)

John Gotti (Gotti)

John Gotti (Yeah, yeah)

John Gotti (Gotti)

[Verse 1: B. Lou]

Bitch wanna jump in my DM like Gotti (It go down in the DM)

No I'm not Kodak, I don't smoke no broccoli (Gas!)

All of my trust, you cannot get that out of me

24/7, can't go on no break

Whatever young nigga, got keys to the Wraith

Treasure your life with the code to the safe

Yeah I'm up, I'm John Gotti paid

I'm going federal they catch me at the bank

Just got the back end, just let the pack in

Better relaxing, I'm bout that action

Turn you to past tense you can get hit

Sleep with the fish, feed it don't miss

Vondo assist, slick like I'm Rick

I keep a bitch making the moves, we John Gotti rich

We making the moves, we John Gotti rich

[Chorus: B. Lou]

John Gotti, pill popper

Sealed bottle, head shotters

Ride fast, Bugatti

New money, new hundreds

Still stunting, trap jumping

Who the freshest, be honest (B. Lou)

Lil nigga one hundred

Selling drugs, narcotics

[Post-Chorus: B. Lou & NLE Choppa]

John Gotti (Gotti), sellin' dope

John Gotti (Gotti)

John Gotti (Yeah, yeah)

John Gotti (aye, NLE, Top Shoota)

[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]

John Gotti got me pill popping

She be sucking dick while my balls dropping

And I'm in her throat just like a hot tamale

She be sucking sloppy

She be taking my soul right out of my body

You run up on me and get wrapped like a mummy

It ain't nothing to crash out just like a dummy

I'm taking these percs, they call me a junkie

Titties on the chopper look like a tommy, gun

Bitch you know I am a don

Run up on me and get wet, bet

.223 right to your tongue

Came from the bottom, came from the slums

I'm all about my green like a mowing lawn

When we talking guns, know I got a ton

Bitch I'm a crypt, all my niggas some Avalons

Bitch I'm on one like I'm young Gotti

I pop me a perc, got me out of my body

33 to my clip like a young nigga Scotty

If a nigga want smoke then we serving exotic

And I'm shitting on niggas, I need me a pamper

I'm all in her head like she has dandruff

That bitch pussy so bald I asked her did she have cancer

(Do you have leukemia?)

[Chorus: B. Lou]

John Gotti (Gotti), sellin' dope

John Gotti (Gotti)

John Gotti (Yeah, yeah)

John Gotti