Yo Gotti ft. Baby, Lil Wayne - I Got Them (instrumental)

yea u kno i got em, empty the clip top to bottom,he aint kno i had shots thatta make ya whole block wake up, let me c how many rounds ya chest can take up, empty a whole clip n watch yo body shake up, reload n dont stop till u bleed a lake up, n i could never b worried u could neva harm i keep a tommy on me a so many strapped niggas u would think that its a army!

im from the fuckin island yall niggas would drown bodies dont get found shots like liquor given em rounds this is hit and run music drop the evidence and lose it my flow got yall nautious use caution fuck around in my zone wind up alone ina coffin fast asleep got beef put the metal to ya cheek agents couldnt ID ya teeth you could get it anyday anyway my money generates my shooters demonstrate get ya tagged up like axe body spray

where can i get the acapella for this track?

Yea I got em, yea i shot em
Three bodies on the flo, yea i drop em,
Next to a river fill bloods n tears,
got nothing to say my mind is clear,
Like a white piece of paper got nothin written, i go off da head but still im spittin,
Hot lyrics coming out n my lyrical skills, i aint lil wayne cause i have no mil, yet i struggle through whole lies, Going through relations like blasting a 9, and its the true dont be offended, going through shit , shall i quit? no im still in it.

i told tim i got em,
but before i shot,
he shot em,
nigga said he was pussy to me,
so i let em feel three,
motherfuckin menace
but tha heart of tha street,
n e nigga test it he will b beat,
since way bacc in tha day,
c a fuccin slob n we gonna spray,


n e nigga who want it holla

shotgun shells, church day bells
motherfuckers still trying to send me to hell
but i aint giving up that easy, believe me
nowadays girls be acting all sleezy
hood rats geeting nocked up for the cheesy
crack dealers on the corner trying to make it easy
blood stained carpets
sweatty arm pits
i think it is time to take a shit

i got them i dont play with bitch niggas
im cash money all over these niggas
hoping they get the picture get money

see imma gettin money junky and monkey makin is ah habit
addicted to da cash imma money gettin attic
ma swagga so high i think its flowin to da attic
see i get da dough and get sum and count it up and bag it

we get it out flip it out den send it out and pack it

we pack it bitch like packages imma money makin fanatic
but imagine dat imagine dis
while yo ass amaginin
im stick to the paper like a mu fuckin mag a net

thats real nigga comin out the hood but im leavin the bank my wrist game is fresh az fuck all u can see better tell your bitch

i dont know her but she know me but real nigga shit niggas get pop standing on corner they set em up so he bust back

she gave me head in the ride she go slow motion in speed it up like A1 head he selling kusk even today is hustle day

everybody do whatever to get money just real niggas do it in gutta ways but least its big money of nigga go tell me how much i got