John Gotti Lyrics
| Song | John Gotti |
| Artist | Kevin Gates |
| Album | Luca Brasi 2: Gangsta Grillz |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro:] | |
| Sometimes I tell the ******* I'm with, "Shut up and pass the *******" [x3] | |
| Free my *****s! | |
| I been smoking griggity, wish I was with em | |
| Free my *****s! | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| My cousin CJ tried to hit me with a brick of raw | |
| In Alexandria, yeah 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 ***** Daymond | |
| Landlord in the south like my ***** Lucci | |
| Corvette in front of David Ways screeching free Lee Lucas | |
| ***** that ***** *******, I got her saying free Lee Lucas | |
| Beeto and Bryan *******, I just got off the phone with em | |
| My old friends hatin, sending me the wrong signals | |
| My dog recorded conversations, man what's wrong with him? | |
| You got them college *****s fool, I be with stone killers | |
| Doing bad 'fore they switched on me | |
| When you're out of power it's over | |
| Everybody love you when you feed the streets | |
| When you leave the streets, they don't know you | |
| Brook used to love me till another ***** with a bigger check approached her | |
| Up in DCI, when I was calling home she was at the ***** house smoking | |
| I was trying to go to church as a family, but her and him be going | |
| Audi S7 was a surprise, I had went and bought that for her | |
| Texting, saying someone that I love let her use his whip as a loaner | |
| Praise be to God, everything done in the dark really come back on you | |
| ******* flipper, got the same *****s I came with, and we rolling | |
| In the studio with my ***** Hood, but them *****s round him, they ******* | |
| Gangster *******t, get to going platinum, they'll sit around and be looking | |
| I'm so depressed I'll kill myself, wish somebody go head and cook me | |
| *****! | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Bet a lot ******* *****s want to murder Brasi | |
| Boulevard, Murcirélago and a Maserati | |
| Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body | |
| And if you ***** around with Rayzor, ******* I'm out my body | |
| Sideways, coupe be out my body | |
| Whole clique pull up in Vettes, ******* 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 *******t to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti | |
| It ain't *******t to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| 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 ******* on my ass, she want me to smash | |
| Flip out and flash, I'd rather get cash | |
| Drika 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 | |
| Packed up my bags and jumped back on the freeway | |
| Say home's where the heart is, don't know where I'm going | |
| Actavis drinking, I'm leaning and pouring | |
| Those who don't get it say what are you on | |
| My mother had sex with an angel | |
| Born an immortal and ain't even know it | |
| Driving alone while inside of my Porsche | |
| Beat the ***** out a *******, ain't no slamming my doors | |
| I'm only excited by spiritual things and I swear I can't wait to move on | |
| All my *****s I lost know I miss you can't wait to be with you | |
| I'm on my way home | |
| When they flip the script without warning | |
| Talking bout *******t you never did for em | |
| God blessed you with breath in your body | |
| Wish I would let you dig in my pockets | |
| Lazy ass *******, get up and start grinding | |
| Not in the streets, you never been bout it | |
| Finally got blessed and money started piling | |
| Got my first mil, a ***** ain't smiling, wylin' | |
| [Hook] |
| Intro: | |
| Sometimes I tell the I' m with, " Shut up and pass the " x3 | |
| Free my s! | |
| I been smoking griggity, wish I was with em | |
| Free my s! | |
| Verse 1: | |
| My cousin CJ tried to hit me with a brick of raw | |
| In Alexandria, yeah 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 Daymond | |
| Landlord in the south like my Lucci | |
| Corvette in front of David Ways screeching free Lee Lucas | |
| that , I got her saying free Lee Lucas | |
| Beeto and Bryan , I just got off the phone with em | |
| My old friends hatin, sending me the wrong signals | |
| My dog recorded conversations, man what' s wrong with him? | |
| You got them college s fool, I be with stone killers | |
| Doing bad ' fore they switched on me | |
| When you' re out of power it' s over | |
| Everybody love you when you feed the streets | |
| When you leave the streets, they don' t know you | |
| Brook used to love me till another with a bigger check approached her | |
| Up in DCI, when I was calling home she was at the house smoking | |
| I was trying to go to church as a family, but her and him be going | |
| Audi S7 was a surprise, I had went and bought that for her | |
| Texting, saying someone that I love let her use his whip as a loaner | |
| Praise be to God, everything done in the dark really come back on you | |
| flipper, got the same s I came with, and we rolling | |
| In the studio with my Hood, but them s round him, they | |
| Gangster t, get to going platinum, they' ll sit around and be looking | |
| I' m so depressed I' ll kill myself, wish somebody go head and cook me | |
| ! | |
| Hook: | |
| Bet a lot s want to murder Brasi | |
| Boulevard, Murcire lago and a Maserati | |
| Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body | |
| And if you around with Rayzor, I' m out my body | |
| Sideways, coupe be out my body | |
| Whole clique pull up in Vettes, 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 t to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti | |
| It ain' t t to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti | |
| Verse 2: | |
| 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 on my ass, she want me to smash | |
| Flip out and flash, I' d rather get cash | |
| Drika 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 | |
| Packed up my bags and jumped back on the freeway | |
| Say home' s where the heart is, don' t know where I' m going | |
| Actavis drinking, I' m leaning and pouring | |
| Those who don' t get it say what are you on | |
| My mother had sex with an angel | |
| Born an immortal and ain' t even know it | |
| Driving alone while inside of my Porsche | |
| Beat the out a , ain' t no slamming my doors | |
| I' m only excited by spiritual things and I swear I can' t wait to move on | |
| All my s I lost know I miss you can' t wait to be with you | |
| I' m on my way home | |
| When they flip the script without warning | |
| Talking bout t you never did for em | |
| God blessed you with breath in your body | |
| Wish I would let you dig in my pockets | |
| Lazy ass , get up and start grinding | |
| Not in the streets, you never been bout it | |
| Finally got blessed and money started piling | |
| Got my first mil, a ain' t smiling, wylin' | |
| Hook |
| Intro: | |
| Sometimes I tell the I' m with, " Shut up and pass the " x3 | |
| Free my s! | |
| I been smoking griggity, wish I was with em | |
| Free my s! | |
| Verse 1: | |
| My cousin CJ tried to hit me with a brick of raw | |
| In Alexandria, yeah 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 Daymond | |
| Landlord in the south like my Lucci | |
| Corvette in front of David Ways screeching free Lee Lucas | |
| that , I got her saying free Lee Lucas | |
| Beeto and Bryan , I just got off the phone with em | |
| My old friends hatin, sending me the wrong signals | |
| My dog recorded conversations, man what' s wrong with him? | |
| You got them college s fool, I be with stone killers | |
| Doing bad ' fore they switched on me | |
| When you' re out of power it' s over | |
| Everybody love you when you feed the streets | |
| When you leave the streets, they don' t know you | |
| Brook used to love me till another with a bigger check approached her | |
| Up in DCI, when I was calling home she was at the house smoking | |
| I was trying to go to church as a family, but her and him be going | |
| Audi S7 was a surprise, I had went and bought that for her | |
| Texting, saying someone that I love let her use his whip as a loaner | |
| Praise be to God, everything done in the dark really come back on you | |
| flipper, got the same s I came with, and we rolling | |
| In the studio with my Hood, but them s round him, they | |
| Gangster t, get to going platinum, they' ll sit around and be looking | |
| I' m so depressed I' ll kill myself, wish somebody go head and cook me | |
| ! | |
| Hook: | |
| Bet a lot s want to murder Brasi | |
| Boulevard, Murciré lago and a Maserati | |
| Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body | |
| And if you around with Rayzor, I' m out my body | |
| Sideways, coupe be out my body | |
| Whole clique pull up in Vettes, 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 t to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti | |
| It ain' t t to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti | |
| Verse 2: | |
| 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 on my ass, she want me to smash | |
| Flip out and flash, I' d rather get cash | |
| Drika 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 | |
| Packed up my bags and jumped back on the freeway | |
| Say home' s where the heart is, don' t know where I' m going | |
| Actavis drinking, I' m leaning and pouring | |
| Those who don' t get it say what are you on | |
| My mother had sex with an angel | |
| Born an immortal and ain' t even know it | |
| Driving alone while inside of my Porsche | |
| Beat the out a , ain' t no slamming my doors | |
| I' m only excited by spiritual things and I swear I can' t wait to move on | |
| All my s I lost know I miss you can' t wait to be with you | |
| I' m on my way home | |
| When they flip the script without warning | |
| Talking bout t you never did for em | |
| God blessed you with breath in your body | |
| Wish I would let you dig in my pockets | |
| Lazy ass , get up and start grinding | |
| Not in the streets, you never been bout it | |
| Finally got blessed and money started piling | |
| Got my first mil, a ain' t smiling, wylin' | |
| Hook |
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