Gotti And Bandz

Lyrics

[Chorus] We've been in Bell Air, sending bails through the air Sware we go through hell, just to blow it on Rodeo Spending money foolishly, jewling with no care Hit the strip club, make it rain, I gotta share Yeah, came home from jail, and got right to the plan Twin 40's on me, call them Gotti and Bands Death before dishonor, either life or the chair Hit the [?] get back on the [?] [Verse 1] Hustle, we don't snatch chains, running up them rackies The corners before traps came Red [?] got game 60 thousand on my presi, for the bid Then he came back home, he still pressing, did it again Circle small as the ice on your neck, I see it clear That they really don't want me to win, these niggas fear When you got your own mind, plus you got your own pape I don't need niggas to crash out for me, they know I'm straight I've been running round, state to state, meeting gangstas face to face Met the plug at [?], shook hands, made the play I done made a million by myself, fuck what the label say' I done made a killing by myself, fuck what a hater say [Chorus] We've been in Bell Air, sending bails through the air Sware we go through hell, just to blow it on Rodeo Spending money foolishly, jewling with no care Hit the strip club, make it rain, I gotta share Yeah, came home from jail, and got right to the plan Twin 40's on me, call them Gotti and Bands Death before dishonor, either life or the chair Hit the [?] get back on the [?] [Verse 2] Free my nigga [>?], free my nigga Ri too Free my nigga [?], free my nigga [?] too Free my nigga [?], free the boy [?] too Los my nigga to the feds, lost him to the streets too Trust fucked up bad, most these niggas see through Seen the shit first hand, not inside no green room Still tap dance [?] get him if I need him Bro say just focus on this rap shit, and don't be greedy Kinda hard for me to listen to these bumms, 'cause I've been eating Driving cars from next year, and wearing shit that drop next season Platnom presi on my wrist, I sware my neck look like a freezer Still riding round with choppers, [?] [Chorus] We've been in Bell Air, sending bails through the air Sware we go through hell, just to blow it on Rodeo Spending money foolishly, jewling with no care Hit the strip club, make it rain, I gotta share Yeah, came home from jail, and got right to the plan Twin 40's on me, call them Gotti and Bands Death before dishonor, either life or the chair Hit the [?] get back on the [?]