[Featuring Mac Prime Suspects Lil Gotti Gambino]



[Mr. Serv On]

Time to release this terror on you

Best believe in these letters across my stomach

I'm gonna blast on you piss on you

fuck what these coward bitches told me

Live a quiet life take a wife

fuck that I'm slanging this shit day and night

Gimme a bitch 36 ounces to a crooked scale

A thousand pounds to a bail nigga thats mail

If I fail to die with money in my pocket

Nigga blast from my side if I ride

I'm high-siding on you motherfuckers

lot of you bitches made to suffer

For that cheese, so drop to your knees, and say please

To these young niggas, cap pillas, and they be candy dealers

Ready to pistol whip and to die rich shit a jail trip

I'll frusterate your bitch

A nigga wanna be laying in them guts, nigga you know whats up

I'm slanging this 'cane, from Youngsfolk, Virginia to the bay

Every day, flipping them browns

sharp me for my shit, I'm baseball whipping

Like pac man, niggas don't doubt it, been bout it

Rolling with my click, Prime Suspects

ready to die rich or die a bitch

You know my trip, I'm ready to die rich or die a bitch

nigga, you feel me



[Prime Suspects]

What's that music man?

Man what's the real Milly bro?

I said bro I got to get, we got to get rich.

Man that nigga Gotti

Lil Gotti

Fuck it, so lets go get it cause you know I aint no bitch



[Mac] Chorus

You either die rich or die a bitch

hit that flow when my trigger finger itch

[Prime Suspects]

I want all that shit x4



[Prime Suspects]

Yo, I'm coming, you running, cause I'm gunning

My nine humming, 12 gauge to your fuckin stomach

Facing