Litty (feat. DaBaby)歌詞

Okay
On God
(Twofold Jack, this fire)
N*gg*, I'm the only n*gg* in the city one dread
P*ssy-*ss n*gg*, the f**k? Hahaha
If you gon' spark up some sh*t, make it litty (Grraw)
Glock 17 and Gen5 with a titty (Baow, baow, baow)
That's fifty rounds, I don't think that he with me (On God)
Sold the FN and went back, got the Glizzy (The f**k?)
B*tch, I'm still ridin' and been hot for a minute (Bitch, it's hot)
I'ma still slide 'cause I been 'bout my business (I'ma slide)
Yeah, shoot out you lil' n*gg*s trippin' (On God)
You know they shootin', but nobody hittin' (Soft ass)
Catch me in the mall, on some Cury young trippin' (Haha)
B*tch, how he a shooter, but he end up snitchin'? (On God)
We kick the front door, raid the house and get missin' (Get down)
B*tch, I go from zero to six, they in twenty (The f**k?)
Don't talk about Fendi, you never been in it
Keep runnin' your mouth, well, that's how you be sayin' (Shh)
Shut the f**k up, close your mouth if it's killin' (Shut the f**k up)
You read about morning if you f**kin' listen (Haha)
They say how I know 'cause, lil' n*gg*, I did it (Yeah)
She drive the boat 'cause she tryna get tipsy
Zoom, we on the jetskis in the winter (Zoom)
He got on an R&B, but the car full of killers (Go, the f**k?)
See, n*gg*, he not a member (The f**k?)
Who the f**k that they hidin'?
You can't buy me in the cloth like I'm fifty
Before I sit down, let my shirt face the blick
You know that, hold that
Which one of y'all want a toe tag?
I been there before, where I go back (Go)
My b*tch a dancer (Dancer), I turn it up, got these hoes mad
I catch that *ss when she throw that (Ooh)
I need a camera, Jesus himself put this 'fit on (Jesus)
Hop out the 'Vette with that sh*t on
They tried to step and got hit on (Hit)
Shots out that Maybach, let that b*tch go out the window (Blrrrd)
Make that b*tch sound like Pooh Shiesty
Tryna go through all these Nikes, I got them strikers
Try me, lil' n*gg*, excite me
Strike me a n*gg* like lightnin' (Doo-doo)
B*tch-*ss n*gg*, long live G
If you gon' spark up some sh*t, make it litty (Grraw)
Glock 17 and Gen5 with a titty (Go, baow, baow, baow)
That's fifty rounds, I don't think that he with me (On God)
Sold the FN and went back, got the Glizzy (Go, the f**k?)
B*tch, I'm still ridin' and been hot for a minute (B*tch, it's hot)
I'ma still slide 'cause I been 'bout my business (I'ma slide)
Yeah, shoot out you lil' n*gg*s trippin' (On God)
You know they shootin', but nobody hittin' (Soft ass)
Catch me in the mall, on some Cury young trippin' (Haha)
B*tch, how he a shooter, but he end up snitchin'? (On God)
We kick the front door, raid the house and get missin' (Get down)
B*tch, I go from zero to six, they in twenty (The f**k?)
Don't talk about Fendi, you never been in it
Keep runnin' your mouth, well, that's how you be sayin' (Shh)
Shut the f**k up, close your mouth if it's killin' (Shut the f**k up)
You read about morning if you f**kin' listen (Haha)
They say how I know 'cause, lil' n*gg*, I did it (Yeah)
She drive the boat 'cause she tryna get tipsy