Released: November 18, 2016
Songwriter: Nat The Genius Soulja Boy
Producer: Nat The Genius
John, John, John, John Gotti
John, John, John, John Gotti
John, John, John, John Gotti
John, John, John, John Gotti
I do this shit like I'm John Gotti
Trappin' the shit like I'm John Gotti
Mafia shit like I'm John Gotti
John, John, John, John Gotti
John, John, John, John Gotti
John, John, John, John Gotti
John, John, John, John Gotti
John, John, John, John
John, John, John, John Gotti
John, John
John, John, John, John Gotti
I do this shit like I'm John Gotti
I move the city like I'm John Gotti
I step out the whip like I'm John Gotti
All of these bricks like I'm John Gotti
They can't' tell like I'm John Gotti
[?]-Don when I'm high
[?]-Don how high
All this money like I'm high
Finna jet like John Gotti
100 shooters when I step and move out the city
I fell in love with the dope, I fell in love with the bricks
I came up from trapping, all of my niggas is rich
I'm feelin like John Gotti how I'm doing this shit
Moving bricks like John Gotti
Fuck your bitch like John Gotti
Take [?] like John Gotti
Money on me like Illuminati
All the cash and [?] all the cash in the bank
All the cash in the safe, all the cash in my way
(Yuah)
John, John, John, John Gotti
Yuh, I'm feeling like John Gotti
Move the bricks like John Gotti
Get the money like John Gotti
Fuck your bitch now she call me papi
All this cash, nigga, all this dollars
Yeah I'm feeling like Joooooohhhhhn Gotti
Yeaah John, John, John Gotti (John Gotti)
Jooooooohhhhnn Gotti (John Gotti)
Jooooooooohhhhnnnnn
Get the work like John Gotti
Fuck your bitch 'till I'm gone
Lamborghini came 250 bands cash I'm on
Rolex sitting on my wrist, switched it for the Patek
Or the new AP
Bust down, bust down, bust down all on me
All your bitches on me
When I hit the club, nigga, I am V.I.P
Range sittin' on freeze
I just made 100 K
John Gotti - move through the streets
Fuck with my team, fuckin a bitch
Go to Celine
Never ever ever ever sleep [?]
Young nigga came to murk errthing
Joooooohhnn
John Gotti
John Gotti
John Gotti
John Gotti
John Gotti
John Gotti
John Gotti
Yuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhaaahaaaaaa
Yeeeaaahhhhh
Oooohhoo
Jooooooohhhhooon
John, John, John, John Gotti
John, John, John, John Gotti
John, John, John, John Gotti
I do this shit like I'm John Gotti
Trappin' the shit like I'm John Gotti
Mafia shit like I'm John Gotti
John, John, John, John Gotti
John, John, John, John Gotti
John, John, John, John Gotti
John, John, John, John Gotti
John, John, John, John
John, John, John, John Gotti
John, John
John, John, John, John Gotti
I do this shit like I'm John Gotti
I move the city like I'm John Gotti
I step out the whip like I'm John Gotti
All of these bricks like I'm John Gotti
They can't' tell like I'm John Gotti
[?]-Don when I'm high
[?]-Don how high
All this money like I'm high
Finna jet like John Gotti
100 shooters when I step and move out the city
I fell in love with the dope, I fell in love with the bricks
I came up from trapping, all of my niggas is rich
I'm feelin like John Gotti how I'm doing this shit
Moving bricks like John Gotti
Fuck your bitch like John Gotti
Take [?] like John Gotti
Money on me like Illuminati
All the cash and [?] all the cash in the bank
All the cash in the safe, all the cash in my way
(Yuah)
John, John, John, John Gotti
Yuh, I'm feeling like John Gotti
Move the bricks like John Gotti
Get the money like John Gotti
Fuck your bitch now she call me papi
All this cash, nigga, all this dollars
Yeah I'm feeling like Joooooohhhhhn Gotti
Yeaah John, John, John Gotti (John Gotti)
Jooooooohhhhnn Gotti (John Gotti)
Jooooooooohhhhnnnnn
Get the work like John Gotti
Fuck your bitch 'till I'm gone
Lamborghini came 250 bands cash I'm on
Rolex sitting on my wrist, switched it for the Patek
Or the new AP
Bust down, bust down, bust down all on me
All your bitches on me
When I hit the club, nigga, I am V.I.P
Range sittin' on freeze
I just made 100 K
John Gotti - move through the streets
Fuck with my team, fuckin a bitch
Go to Celine
Never ever ever ever sleep [?]
Young nigga came to murk errthing
Joooooohhnn
John Gotti
John Gotti
John Gotti
John Gotti
John Gotti
John Gotti
John Gotti
Yuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhaaahaaaaaa
Yeeeaaahhhhh
Oooohhoo
Jooooooohhhhooon
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- Crank That (Soulja Boy)
- Kiss Me Thru the Phone
- Pretty Boy Swag
- Phone Call
- Beef (Quavo Diss)
- Turn My Swag On
- Rick & Morty
- What’s Hannenin
- Bapes
- Zan With That Lean
- I Got Me Some Bapes
- Hey You There
- Ugly
- Whippin My Wrist
- New Drip
- Say she luv me
- She Make It Clap (VERZUZ Remix)
- Molly
- Let’s Be Real
- Blowing Me Kisses
- Crank Dat
- Draco
- Donk
- Mean Mug