Kevin Gates - John Gotti lyrics

Bet a lot of pussy niggas wanna murder Brasi
Boulevard, Mar-a-Lago and a Maserati
Boobie Black, Gunna
And Menace still will catch a body
And if you fuck around with Rayzor
Bitch I'm out my body
Sideways, skrrt, coupe be out my body
Whole clique pull up in 'Vettes
Bitch we out our body
And you ever disrespect it
Then it's kamikaze i just be with me a
Shooter like I'm John Gotti
I feel like John Gotti, John Gotti
'Cause it ain’t shit to send a hit
I feel like John Gotti
It ain’t shit to send a hit
I feel like John Gotti

My cousin CJ tryna to hit me
With a brick of raw in Alexandria
It’s nothing for to get it gone
With music, I ain’t won awards
But I kept it gangster gon' be a god in New
Orleans like that nigga Daymond
Landlord in the south like my nigga Lucci
Corvette in front of David Ways
Screeching free Lee Lucas
Fuck that nigga bitch
I got her saying free Lee Lucas
Beeto and Bryan bitch
I just got off the phone with em
My old friends hating
Sending me the wrong signals
My dawg recorded conversations
Man what’s wrong with him?
You got them college niggas fooled
I be with stone killers

Bet a lot of pussy niggas wanna murder Brasi
Boulevard, Mar-a-Lago and a Maserati
Boobie Black, Gunna
And Menace still will catch a body
And if you fuck around with Rayzor
Bitch I'm out my body
Sideways, skrrt, coupe be out my body
Whole clique pull up in 'Vettes
Bitch we out our body
And you ever disrespect it
Then it's kamikaze i just be with me a
Shooter like I'm John Gotti
I feel like John Gotti, John Gotti
'Cause it ain’t shit to send a hit
I feel like John Gotti
It ain’t shit to send a hit
I feel like John Gotti

Praise to Allah, I was born a god
With the murder game I'm righteous
Cancel shows just for Rayzor wedding
I don't know another just like it
I love Bunker, but despite the love
I don't know what made him dislike it
But me and Gunna in the Porsche truck
And we screeching off like lightning
Fast, doing the dash, your bitch on my ass
She want me to smash
Flip out and flash, I’d rather get cash
Dreka she bad and she into bags
Up in the Louis, Emilio Pucci
I tell 'em it's Gucci when
They want them bands
I got them racks and no longer wear jewelry
'Cause I'm bout my business
And back selling sand i don’t get tired
I'm 'bout my business, and back selling sand
I'm 'bout my business, and back selling sand
(I'm 'bout my business, and back selling sand
I'm 'bout my business, and back selling sand)

Bet a lot of pussy niggas wanna murder Brasi
Boulevard, Mar-a-Lago and a Maserati
Boobie Black, Gunna
And Menace still will catch a body
And if you fuck around with Rayzor
Bitch I'm out my body
Sideways, skrrt, coupe be out my body
Whole clique pull up in 'Vettes
Bitch we out our body
And you ever disrespect it
Then it's kamikaze i just be with me a
Shooter like I'm John Gotti
I feel like John Gotti, John Gotti
'Cause it ain’t shit to send a hit
I feel like John Gotti
It ain’t shit to send a hit
I feel like John Gotti