CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : All Day
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, wet his ass up like a toad
730, they know all my folk
Cut out his motherf**king tongue if he told (Oh yeah)
Beat it up, treat the pu**y like G-Star
That Maybach, I'm whipping it, nah, it's not Audi rings
They hold on the drip, sh*t, just like a crane
Shot with a stick then we blow his brains (Ooh)
Slatt business, no rat business
What's happening?
Yak Gotti (Yak, Yak, Yak)
Freshmens hate me when I'm stepping it
I'm with Stickbaby, stick is my preference
Call the young n***as and walk out at Jeffery's
I'm a big gangster, drip out with etiquette
Dead presis, know how that we stacking
We keep 'em, we pray that we might as well bury 'em
Maniac Gotti, I'm fresh out the blender
I jump out the system, I feel like barbarian
Due to the fake love, biscotti I'm coughing
I'm coughing, I need me some motherf**king medicine
Gotit just pulled up with ice, come from Eliantte
We don't speak on 'em, lil' boy, they irrelevant
Big opp sh*t, ride chopsticks
Empty one clip, switch the cartridge
That's two clips, spin the block again
Blue tips in the two-tone F&N
Blue strips on the dead presidents
Jumped out the fed, been lit ever since
Beat a murder case, it ain't no evidence
Let you know not to tell a n***a again
(Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak)
I got the whole Conley road sewed
We get murderous in case you didn't know
Catch him, wet his ass up like a toad
730, they know all my folk
Cut out his motherf**king tongue if he told (Oh yeah)
Beat it up, treat the pu**y like G-Star
That Maybach, I'm whipping it, nah, it's not Audi rings
They hold on the drip, sh*t, just like a crane
Shot with a stick then we blow his brains (Ooh)
Slatt business, no rat business
What's happening?
Yak Gotti (Yak, Yak, Yak)
Freshmens hate me when I'm stepping it
I'm with Stickbaby, stick is my preference
Call the young n***as and walk out at Jeffery's
I'm a big gangster, drip out with etiquette
Dead presis, know how that we stacking
We keep 'em, we pray that we might as well bury 'em
Maniac Gotti, I'm fresh out the blender
I jump out the system, I feel like barbarian
Due to the fake love, biscotti I'm coughing
I'm coughing, I need me some motherf**king medicine
Gotit just pulled up with ice, come from Eliantte
We don't speak on 'em, lil' boy, they irrelevant
Big opp sh*t, ride chopsticks
Empty one clip, switch the cartridge
That's two clips, spin the block again
Blue tips in the two-tone F&N
Blue strips on the dead presidents
Jumped out the fed, been lit ever since
Beat a murder case, it ain't no evidence
Let you know not to tell a n***a again
(Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak)
