John Gotti Lyrics - Kevin Gates

Bet a lot pussy niggas want to murder Brasi 

Boulevard Mary logo and a Maserati 

Booby, black gunner, and man they still gonna catch a bad ass 

And if you fuck around with razor, bitch, Im out my body, huh 

Sideways, coupe be out my body! 

Whole clique pull up in Vettes, bitch we out our body 

And you ever disrespect it, then its kamikaze 

I just be with me a shooter like Im John Gotti. 

I feel like John Gotti, John Gotti! 

(Put your hands down, when you talkin' to me, bitch) 

John Gotti 

'Cause it ain't shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti 

Man ain't shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti 

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 nigga Daymond 

Landlord in the south like my nigga Luchie 

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 hatin, sending me the wrong signals 

My dawg recorded conversations, man what's wrong with him? 

You got them college niggas fool, I be with stone killers 

Bet a lot pussy niggas want to murder Brasi 

Boulevard, Murcirélago and a Maserati 

Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body 

And if you fuck around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body 

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Sideways, 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 Gunner 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, Id rather get cash 

Drinking, she bad and she in the bags. 

Up in the Louis, youre merely a Gucci 

I tell em its Gucci when they want them bands 

I got them racks and no longer wear jewelry 

Cause Im 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 pussy niggas want to murder Brasi 

Boulevard, Murcirélago and a Maserati 

Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body 

And if you fuck around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body 

Sideways, coupe be out my bod 

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 

(Put your hands down, when you talkin' to me, bitch) 

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