Yo Gotti - World War Three LYRICS

Hook: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



Hook



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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