Gotti Lyrics - 6ix9ine

Got me, got me Rollie 

Ya can't even afford it though 

Got me, got me, ultra 

Gotti got it, uh 

Gotti got it 

Came up blood gang, 30 bang, Scum Gang 

Big choppa, big thang, let your nuts hang 

Who that? Don't say, BBA change your mood, aye 

Anyday, Gotti Gotti, cookin' up, speed it up 

Double cup, xanny cup, booted up, mollied up 

Molly up, break it up, cop it, then I serve it up 

Give it up, Gotti Gotti 

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Fuck with my day ones 

Yeah you know I flooded the chain once 

Got the money and I split it with day ones 

She ain't fuck me back when I was lame, nah 

Yeah you know I do my dance (do it) 

Hit the club (aye), throwin' dub 

Rack it up (rack it), shake it up 

Watch me do it, how it bust it up (up) 

I mix it hard, then I hit her with the blicky, uh 

So drip it, drip it, drip it, drip it 

You ain't got no money, you can keep her 

Bitch, I got my Nina, I'ma squeeze her 

If you really wanna meet her, she a greeter 

It was really nice to meet ya, I don't need ya (I don't need her) 

I pray to God that my niggas gon' eat (I pray to god) 

I pray to God that my family gon' see (I pray to god) 

Prayin' that the lord take a chance with me 

Wouldn't come when I was up 

I was on the wrong things 

I ain't silly, ain't no dumb nigga, are you dumb, nigga? 

Are you stayin' with the pump, nigga? Fuck is up, nigga? 

Is you mad? You's a fuck nigga, I don't trust niggas 

Scum Gang, chew 'em up, nigga, we don't fuck witcha 

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Okay, my blood gang, 30 bang, scum gang 

Big choppa, big thang, let your nuts hang 

Who that? Don't say, BBA change your mood, aye 

Anyday, Gotti got it, cookin' up, speed it up 

Double cup, Xanny cup, booted up, mollied up 

Molly up, break it up, cop it, then I serve it up 

Give it up, Gotti Gotti 

Gotti got it 

Who, who really with the money, money? 

Who, who really with the Gotti Gotti? 

Who, who really with the money, money? 

Ooh, do my things, hit my things 

Break these bands, hunnid bands on my thing 

Mollied up, molly up, get it up 

Cop it, then I serve it up 

Give it up, really with the Gotti, Gotti 

Who, who really with the Gotti, Gotti? 

Who, who really with the