Yak Gotti]
(Fluss)
Slatt
Wipe your nose, Wipe your nose gang
Wipe your nose gang, Wipe your nose gang
And Lil Gotit in this bitch with it
Slatt
Hot got it, hot got it, hot got it, hot
Lil Gotit, Lil Gotit, Lil Gotit, Slatt
Slatt Gotti, Slatt Gotti, Slatt got it back
Lil gotit, Slatt Gotti, hot got it back
Hot gotti, Slatt Gotti, Lil got it back
Slatt Gotti, Slatt Gottti, Slatt got it back
I got some racks just to sit in the rack
Fresh out of jail and I'll never go back
Hot got it, hot got it, hot got it, hot
Lil Gotit, Lil Gotit, Lil Gotit, Slatt
Slatt Gotti, Slatt Gotti, Slatt got it back
Lil gotit, Slatt Gotti, hot got it back
Hot gotti, Slatt Gotti, Lil got it back
Slatt Gotti, Slatt Gottti, Slatt got it back
I got some racks just to sit in the rack
Fresh out of jail and I'll never go back
Young nigga from a Cobb County home
I'm from Zone three but know all of the zones
Helicopter, you get chopped like a drone
Break in a store and make twenty off phones
Song twenty-three, make twenty-three off a song
Spin for three, I better not catch you home
If I catch you home,
Then your next trip is a motherfucking funeral home
This what that is
Walk then I get in my whip and then peel
Nasty to my she got a whip look like a peel
Do talk about what I did or I give
Never go back to jail again
Down me a brick and I send it to him
Eat it's just like I'm waiting for dinner
Walk around like I'm a ATM
Hot got it, hot got it, hot got it, hot
Lil Gotit, Lil Gotit, Lil Gotit, Slatt
Slatt Gotti, Slatt Gotti, Slatt got it back
Lil gotit, Slatt Gotti, hot got it back
Hot gotti, Slatt Gotti, Lil got it back
Slatt Gotti, Slatt Gottti, Slatt got it back
I got some racks just to sit in the rack
Fresh out of jail and I'll never go back
Hot got it, hot got it, hot got it, hot
Lil Gotit, Lil Gotit, Lil Gotit, Slatt
Slatt Gotti, Slatt Gotti, Slatt got it back
Lil gotit, Slatt Gotti, hot got it back
Hot gotti, Slatt Gotti, Lil got it back
Slatt Gotti, Slatt Gottti, Slatt got it back
I got some racks just to sit in the rack
Fresh out of jail and I'll never go back
It's Yak, and Lil gotit slatt
Bank account overload, a million racks
I'm with my slimes they all maniacs
Bitch I am with it he swinging the slatt
Glock on my right and this shit is attached
Speaking no slayers the way you get wet
Baguette wetty, yeah my jewelry get wet
We pour up a four, we just hopped out a jet
Whole lotta racks on the beach
The jag it run like a cheetah
We slime out the slimes so you piece
The drip it came in we got pieces
Livin like high if you play with the bag
Look like a snake and that baby go crazy
My jewlery go crazy
Yak Gotti, Slatt Gotti the youngest who racing