John Gotti Kevin Gates

[Chorus]
Bet a lot of pussy niggas wanna murder Brasi
Boulevard, Mar-a-Lago and a Maserati
Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace still will catch a body
And if you fuck around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
Sideways, skrrt, 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

[Verse 1]
My cousin CJ tryna to hit me with a brick of raw
In Alexandria, 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 Lucci
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 hating, sending me the wrong signals
My dawg recorded conversations, man what’s wrong with him?
You got them college niggas fooled, I be with stone killers