Gotti Karate - GUN ME DOWN

〈Intro〉
I wish people would stop talking so much shit man
But, fuck it

〈Verse〉
He said he getting big to fight, his max is 9 pounds
Caught yo homie lacking at the light, he tried to turn around
I got killers all around him, like a surround sound
I knew his ma would cry when he got killed, I guess she crying now
Ain't talking prostitution when I talk ’bout body business
I'll write a message in your blood that say "Gotti Did It"
I heard you spoke to feds and said "Swear to God, he did it."
If you was shooting like Karate you could probably hit it
You be talking hella shit I know that you ain't tight
Look over your shoulder everywhere I’m either left or right
He said "Gotti you got guns, you ain't wanna fight."
Last thing your cousin saw before he died was Gotti right?
You say you pushing off a pound, shut the fuck up
I heard that Gotti riding through the town, he better luck up
I don't care if he beefing for clout it's still tough luck
I could light off 12 rounds and we ain't even touch gloves
He could say he spinning with the team, fuck it go deep
My choppa have you counting sheep, little miss bo peep
I might light off shots, Makenna Street and I ain't even creep
Go kick in his door, he lay in bed, I kill him in his sleep
〈Outro〉
You thought this shit was over, but I'm still mad hoe
G Karate 22-0 oh God he back for sure
A padlock won't save shit, we kicking in your door
Hit you in your head, knock off your top, you seizing on the floor
"Oh shit I hear the sirens, Gotti we gotta go!"
Give me just a moment Imma rob a dead man of his skull
He sit here kept on talking, he thought he fucking bold
Turn the gas up on the stove and let this mothafucka blow