World War III

Yo Gotti

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    It's a World War Three, nigga
    Fuckin' wit me, nigga
    My niggas wit it, wit it, I&E, nigga
    World War Three nigga,
    Fuckin' wit me, nigga
    My niggas wit it, wit it, WB bitch

    It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
    I'm bout to separate yo soul from yo body boy
    I got that chopper boy, coming through yo block boy
    And you can't stop us boy, betta call the coppers boy
    My niggas wit it, wit it
    Money, we get it, get it
    I see my target, regardless I hit it, hit it
    Bullets ain't got no name
    Gotti ain't playin' games
    Gotti don't buss in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
    Situations don't matter, put yo head on a platter
    Catch the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and rattle
    Got on yo head, feel you ready, got on yo best?
    You say you beefin' wit Gotti you livin' then you blessed
    Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a revolution
    I ain't gone chill, until I get a execution
    Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a revolution
    I ain't gone chill, until I get a execution

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    So you say you want to break the law
    What about when I break your jaw?
    What about, when I come through your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
    people, stuntin' wit a Sod-Off
    I say you want to think, before you do that
    You don't really want to see me run through that
    I'm screamin out Gotti, before I got him so why you screamin' "Who that?"
    You say you want to wild out
    But you don't want to foul out
    What the fuck you thinkin' bout?
    See you fuckin' wit a block burner, when shit get hot it melt, ain't no
    tellin' how it turn out
    I'm bringin' fame to the streets in a proper way
    Represent I&E each and every day
    Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the fuck you say?
    My grill ain't real, my shit don't shine in your face
    How many niggas had six figgas, besides Jigga
    Before the rap game came, me and my niggas
    Representin' down south
    Wit plat up in our mouth
    Shit, bricks, and chips is what I'm all about
    Say it again
    Rewind the shit, Play it again,???, ???, record again
    Cause you fuckin wit a nigga, bring war again

    [Hook]

    I scream attention! (WHO?)
    If you a I&E solider pay attention! (WHY?)
    Cause it's some serious shit I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
    Go and get that nigga, so I can lynch him! (WHO?)
    Don't ever join my team and try to exit (BITCH)
    That's like having a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH)
    I know you like the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH)
    It's all about the sign around my necklace (BITCH)
    You reckless (BITCH)
    You had the advantage
    Now you can't do nothing, but panic
    Like a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too romantic
    I'm the number one writer
    Who say that they tighter?
    That's just like bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
    Trick, I'm ready for it, never 'noid, so energetic
    And with that slick shit you pull, you make me feel disrespected
    It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
    I ain't no studio gangsta I bring the drama boy

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