Fa Fa Fa

(Ayy, who that? John Gotitt)

Trap be still doin' numbers

Big Gotti still got runners

Twenty years straight no fumbles

Wildlife, nigga, from the jungle

Nigga too small to be cocky (lil' nigga)

And, I'm too big to be humble

Yeah, I was okay, rich sellin' thunder

Too much, can't tuck it I'm punchin' (on go)

I ain't get no game from my uncles (uh-uh)

So, I ain't show 'em no love on the numbers

Fuck 'em, shit, they hated my pops

Fake like it's love 'cause I'm up, but it's not

First in the city put switch on a glock

First nigga paid five figures a drop

Keep a good grip when you hittin', it's hot

Put one up top and then hop out the car with that-

Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa

Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa

When the twin flames jump at that car (frrt)

I'll make a nigga call for Allah (on God)

I'm a trap nigga, babe, I'm a star (I am)

When I say go bar for bar (sticks)

See, that's a hundred thousand Xanax bars (bars)

Now, I could buy it on a Amex card (swipe)

Ain't no receipt on a pack, nigga (pack)

Ain't no brin'in' this shit back, nigga (back)

Fuck around and get fat, nigga (fat)

Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa

Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa

I got these sticks in the rental

This bitch in the car and she too sentimental

I got my dawg in my car, and he fuck with the opps, he playin' the middle

Oh, he thinkin' he slime, I'm three steps ahead, he don't even know it

I told him, "I need some gas," I get out, then pump it, they pull up, and blow it (frrah)

I was chillin' in Turks, my nigga on Percs, he talkin' 'bout killin' (killin')

I'm tryna exit up the streets, this shit gotta ceilin', I'm thinkin' 'bout billions ('bout billions)

I just talked to Drew Findling, they finna free doggy you don't know the feelin'

Yeah, you don't know the feelin', they lock up ya partner, y'all runnin' up millions (damn)

Yeah, I just jumped off the island, I'm back on a tour

Jump off the tour, and I'm back in the trap

Jump out the trap, and go up to the office

Put down the strap, go through some offers

Pick up my strap, and I'm back at the door (yeah)

Phone on private, ain't droppin' my lo' (my lo')

Callin' the label, they late on our paper

We treatin' this shit like we still sellin' dope

Brand new Ferrari, I ordered it (skrrt)

Asian masseuse, imported it ('ported it)

I'm on the side, my niggas on, so, it they get on yo' ass, I'm supportin' it

I'm too big for the bullshit, I already know it (I know it)

I know better, but, I ignore it

I'm not a rapper I'm a poet

(What am I?) Street nigga, drug lord (Gotti)

Let the beat breathe

Ayy, let the beat breathe on these pussies

Just vibe out, flex, know what I'm sayin'?

First 100K, I remember (frrt)

First seven figures, I remember (frrt)

First AK, I remember (fah)

It was a cold day in December

First nigga felt that- (uh), first nigga felt this fire

First nigga-

First niggas y'all let die (pussies)