Gotti the rap fame king got summoned by a rook shook that shit from my retro 13s woke u up snatched yo dream its my world u a flea, u lucky i allow u to breathe im rumbling bumbling got u stumbling g its easy like yo bitch im ruthless as shit the real mf g index itchin u dying when i decide to scratch that shit ohio lottery instant death to all comers feeling lucky my blicky beamed up n it hit different lean in my foam cup prince wakeska been bugging flames erupting from the iron bussin till i get carpal tunnel whipping my pyrex pot on the range ops dusted up like a shovel bruh digging yo own graveplot ima puzzle n keep a piece outside the box u cant ever solve my problem i cause ya rap fame app goblin got hip hop on lock bro say u a prince but fr u a whole toad till a hoe give u some stg im so lit nigga spit raw like a cone no ice cream cake my advisories only receive swiss cheese no receipt i invented the recipe for death its cooking n u finna get booking like my mind its a library of wisdom i can kill u b4 any ill symptoms hit ya big bag of zah smoke u only blowing snoke out ya ass u really thought u wete ready 4 this king ha i just took the prince to the woodshed my mob deep asf just beat ya ass bruh shook up from the thunder bussin from my baretta didnt get the text u was busy trying to fake flex i been a whole crook n this verse left u dead all thats left is to ask whos next? caight up half stepping to a juggernaut big stepper i win this battle im el jefe u a baby wangsta caught jeffin now im repping my hood og goat gotti koebel Columbus blue trooper Royal king koopa gang gang bang bang bitch im cripwalking to ya funeral