I'm Litty

Louie's on my feet, uh And Nike socks F*ck around with me, uh My chopper eatcha Me and my squad go deep, uh We have no beef, yeah If there's ice on your chain We send the heat, yeah New B's on the street, uh Where'd I meet ya Talking bout you want me, But I don't need ya You say you are hungry, Bitch I will feed ya But if you don't please me, I will leave ya Louie's on my feet, uh And Nike socks F*ck around with me, uh My chopper eatcha Me and my squad go deep, uh We have no beef, yeah If there's ice on your chain We send the heat, yeah New B's on the street, uh Where'd I meet ya Talking bout you want me, But I don't need ya You say you are hungry, Bitch I will feed ya But if you don't please me, I will leave ya You say you are sorry, But you not though You already cheated, You a straight hoe Bitch I'm not leaving, But you gotta go You thought I was stupid, Like I didn't know You never believed me, But I believed ya How you gonna do that? And not tease, yah Brand new foreign whip, uh With no lease, yah You say you getting rich, uh Well...look at me, yeah That is not your car Well where the keys huh? My house is bigger than a... Colosseum You get lost in it, shit I won't see you I'm more broke than a fat hooker, that's a mean one All my lyrics so explicit, Imma make her come and kiss me If she don't then I get pissy Psych nah niggas I am silly I am the next bill board billy Put me in a box to Philly Henry Brown, tell me will he? I'm just tryna make a milli Tryna make a stop to Italy Place smells so good just like Lillie's Tryna feed me, don't you fill me I'm still broke so don't you bill me I feel like no one can feel me When you broke it's not so chilly If my mom heard this, she'd kill me She'd be like you did this really Why you making songs so stiffly cause the money comes so swiftly Drink myself to sleep with whisky When I'm drunk I get too frisky Touching all up on them titties Told me to stop but I'm so risky Took your laptop, hacked your syskey Now I'm laid up with your sissy No you cannot see my city Hit you with the desert fifty, especially if you tryna gyp me Throw them hands just like a frisbee, throw them hands you feeling dizzy The way you look just look so sickly Now I'm done, I need a Vicky If not Vicky, give me Whitney She smells so fishy Head game weak, she sound like Mickey Bought her shoes but she's so picky Dropped the bitch, I hope she miss me If not then, I'm done, I'm tipsy Shit it's my turn, Damn I'm litty.