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Sterl Gotti
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sterlin Talley
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Streets hot than the beef hot
Better keep yo' pole
When the streets hot then the beef hot
Better keep yo' pole
When the streets hot then the beef hot
Better keep yo' pole
If the streets hot then the beef hot
Better keep yo' pole
We got XDs, we got G-locks, better keep yo' blow
We got rugers and .30s and lazers too
She ain't wanna let me hit, I played it cool
I got 22 bands on me, Baby Smoove
I got shooters, you got shooters, better play it cool
She like, why you always make me come if I can't stay with you?
I just wanna make you come and wanna lay with you
I got 22 bands on me, Baby Smoove
I can't wait to pull up skrrt, skrrt, Mercedes coupe
Or I might just pull up skrrt skrrt, with gang or two
Bangers too, cups of syrup, you know how we ride
Okay now, she say Gotti, Gotti I love you, love you
Girl, no, you don't
She say Gotti, Gotti, I want you, want you
You know you don't
Why these bitches acting like I ain't hit 'em before these songs?
Why these niggas cappin' like they don't know I'm actually forreal?
I made 20K the same day I hopped back in the field
I don't like to cap when I rap, that's why I'm keeping it real
I'm trappin' forreal
I'm back off the pills
This bitch on my dick
I fucked her, yeah
If the streets hot then the beef hot
Better keep yo' pole
We got XDs, we got G-locks, better keep yo' blow
We got rugers and .30s and lazers too
She ain't wanna let me hit, I played it cool
I got 22 bands on me, Baby Smoove
I got shooters, you got shooters, better play it cool
She like, why you always make me come if I can't stay with you?
I just wanna make you come and wanna lay with you
I'm not tryna spend the day with you
I got paper to chase, I got bitches to oh
I got glizzys to clutch
With my bro on that too
Don't come pull up on us
We gon' blow at your coupe, woah
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, blow at your coupe, woah
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, blow at your coupe, woah
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, blow at your coupe, woah
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, blow at your coupe, woah
These niggas don't want no smoke, smoke
These niggas don't want no static
I got the game in a choke hold
I used to sleep in the attic
If the streets hot then the beef hot
Better keep yo' pole
We got XDs, we got G-locks, better keep yo' blow
We got rugers and .30s and lazers too
She ain't wanna let me hit, I played it cool
I got 22 bands on me, Baby Smoove
I got shooters, you got shooters, better play it cool
She like, why you always make me come if I can't stay with you?
I just wanna make you come and wanna lay with you
Writer(s): Josh Mirenda, Lance Miller, Justin Michael Weaver
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