B. Lou John Gotti (feat. NLE Choppa)
[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
