(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
They asking what it's givin' when I already gave it
Moved to Calabasas when I knew that I made it
Shout to Kylie Jenner, yeah, my neighbor
I should go and ask my rich friends for a favor
Let me hold a million dollars, I ain't gon' never pay you back
I be seeing shit on Instagram, like, "Oh, he gon' get whacked"
I be seeing shit on Instagram, like, "Oh, that nigga a rat"
I be seeing hoes on Instagram, like, I need to hit that
Log off, Gotti, fuck it, log off, Gotti
Eighteen holes, call Cali, goin' golf, Gotti
You too gangster, they too soft, Gotti (Pew-pew)
90210, "The fuck you doin' in Cali'? You from the North, Gotti"
Remember DMing my crush, now she sittin' here right beside me
She a ride or die, plus she wet, give me a rhymy
Heard they wanna kill me, but they say it's hard to find me
I been all in Greece, I been all in Italy
I been in Milan buying Chrome Heart exclusively
I just bought my bitch a Ghost
We ate dinner on the Mafia coast
Shrimp and lobster
Crab leg and pasta
Besides Glo, it ain't no other bitches on my roster
CMG the mafia
We the only record label on Interscope that proftin'
Ask John, Jamie and Breman, I'm an earner
Every strap I got outside the streets, nigga, I earned 'em
Front row at the BET, and I got a burner
Log off, Gotti, fuck it, log off, Gotti
Eighteen holes, call Cali, goin' golf, Gotti
You too gangster, they too soft, Gotti (Pew-pew)
90210, "The fuck you doin' in Cali'? You from the North, Gotti"
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
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