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Song by Yak Gotti

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[Chorus: Lil Gotit & Lil Keed]
Let go the stand, I let go my ho
I got the whole Conley road sewed
We get murderous, in case you didn't know
Catch him, sweat his ass up like a toad
730, they know all my folk
Cut out his motherfuckin' tongue if he told (Oh, yeah)
Beat it up, treat the pussy like G-Star
That Maybach, I'm whippin' it, nah, it's not Audi rings (Oh, yeah)
They hooked on the drip, shit, just like a crane (Oh, yeah)
Shot with a stick, then we blow out his brains (Ooh)

[Interlude: Yak Gotti & Lil Gotit]
Slatt business, no rat business (Oh, yeah)
What's happening? (Slatt)
(Yak)
Uh, yeah (Yak, Yak, Yak)

[Verse 1: Yak Gotti]
Fashion statement when I'm steppin' it (Steppin' it)
I'm with StickBaby, stick is my preference (Stick)
Call the young niggas and walk out of Jeffrey's (Walk)
I'm a big gangster, drip out with etiquette (I'm a big gangster, ooh)
Dead presidents, know how that we stackin', we keep 'em, we pray that we might as well bury 'em (Woah)
Maniac Gotti, I'm fresh out the blender, I jump out the system, I feel like barbarian (Woah)
Due to the fake love, Biscotti, I'm coughin', I'm coughin', I need me some motherfuckin' medicine
Gotit just pulled up with ice, come from Elliot
We don't speak on 'em, lil' boy, they irrelevant (Gotti)
Big opp shit, ride with chopsticks (Big opp)
Empty one clip, switch the cartridge (Switch the damn cartridge)
That's two clips, spin the block again (Two clips, spin again)
Blue tips in the two-tone F&N (Ooh)
Blue strips on the dead presidents (Yeah, yeah)
Jumped out the fed, been lit ever since (I did)
Beat a murder case, it ain't no evidence (I did)
Bet you know not to tell a nigga again (Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak)

[Chorus: Lil Gotit, Lil Keed & Yak Gotti]
Let go the stand, I let go my ho (Slatt)
I got the whole Conley road sewed (I got the whole Conley road)
We get murderous, in case you didn't know
Catch him, sweat his ass up like a toad
730, they know all my folk (730)
Cut out his motherfuckin' tongue if he told (Oh)
Beat it up, treat the pussy like G-Star (Keed, talk to 'em, ayy)
That Maybach, I'm whippin' it, nah, it's not Audi rings
They hooked on the drip, shit, just like a crane (Hooked on the drip)
Shot with a stick, then we blow out his brains (Brrt)

[Verse 2: Lil Keed, Lil Gotit & Yak Gotti]
Yeah, I'm rockin' Margielas, I'm droppin' the top, and I'm in all vintage (Oh, yeah)
Yeah, she givin' the drop on the opp, so his car is all dented
You'll never know what them Slimes did, never ever, just know you'll fail the mission
Four pockets full in Amiri jeans, yeah, and it was all business (Let's go)
Five-star meals, now I'm sayin' my grace
I ain't no ho, so you know I'm being straight
You can give us tests, I'm YSL dripped down, know we gonna ace it
I'm wearin' all white in a red coupe, dawg, lookin' just like they dripped me
I'm with Slatt Gotti and Lil Gotit, know this shit some slatt business
Know I'ma pop it like always (Pop it)
Stackin' it up tall way (Hood Baby)
Diamonds on Wendy's Frosty, yeah, I've been cold all day (Hood Baby)
All my brothers on my team, know they ball like Spalding (Hood Baby)
My lil' partner, he caught him a body and a lick, just know I'm all in (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
In, in when it come to you (Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak)

[Chorus: Lil Gotit, Lil Keed, & Yak Gotti]
Let go the stand, I let go my ho (Slatt)
I got the whole Conley road sewed
We get murderous, in case you didn't know (Didn't know)
Catch him, sweat his ass up like a toad (Like a toad, let's go)
730, they know all my folk (They know)
Cut out his motherfuckin' tongue if he told (If he told, oh, let's go)
Beat it up, treat the pussy like G-Star (Oh, yeah, Hood Baby)
That Maybach, I'm whippin' it, nah, it's not Audi rings (Hood Baby)
They hooked on the drip, shit, just like a crane (Hood Baby)
Shot with a stick, then we blow out his brains (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)

[Outro: Lil Gotit]
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

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