Litty Lit

Sauce for the drip Watch out don’t slip Talking so slick, I might f*ck on yo bitch Bro got the sticky, he’ll make me a wish I’m back on my shit, so I’m talking me shit Yeah I need me a milly, I’ll die when I’m lit Bro out in Valley he sending the Zips Lil baby keep liking my drippity drip Designer the fashion, it’s litty lit My niggas not cappin', they bringing the sticks Got ice on wrist like hockey and shit And I ran to that bag like I’m Roddy I’m rich Could of fucked on your bitch cause she said I was lit Got a bad bitch twerking on my phone I made a milly a milly on my phone I’m getting money, I don’t know what is you on I’m took his bitch now he sprung like he Akon I’m ballin' out, like I’m at UConn I pay my shooters to shoot when I say so We spin his block, In a all black Tahoe We wet him up like he was a Jacuzzi I didn’t want Gucci so I got the Subi Too many hoes, man I swear that I’m choosy No I do not sound like I’m little Uzi F*ck on his bitch, now I’m rubbing her booty Back in my ways, need me a Drac No I can’t talk to the Cops to the Jakes Niggas keep saying we buddies they fake No we not buddies, cook you like a steak Hotline bling, hit my line like I’m Drake I’m on the Road and there’s too many groupies I hit up Weston like you gotta choose em' We get em different they coming in twos, yeah Sauce for the drip Watch out don’t slip Talking so slick, I might f*ck on yo bitch Bro got the sticky, he’ll make me a wish I’m back on my shit, so I’m talking me shit Yeah I need me a milly, I’ll die when I’m lit, Bro out in Valley he sending the Zips Lil baby keep liking my drippity drip Designer the fashion, it’s litty lit I told little buddy to stop it You want a feature I told him send a deposit You see this chain, this is a whole lotta diamonds My diamonds wet like a faucet I see you shawty That is a whole lotta plastic, I can not f*ck with no Barbie I can not f*ck with no ratchet, but keep a ratchet Case he want drama in traffic I can not f*ck with no lame hoe, I keep my money for rain tho I’m a hot boi but my heart cold And I used to be in love with the same hoe Til I fell in love with these bankrolls These hunnids in my pocket make my pants low Started from the bottom Ended up on the stage Started feeling good when I started getting paid Fuckin with shawty, so she told me to stay Now I’m stepping on they neck cause I made my own way Sorry not sorry, I got her busting a little different, I got her moving like Cardi Sorry not sorry My niggas move a little different, we can not be in this party Digity dash, I put my foot on the gas, and the cops be on my ass Sauce for the drip Watch out don’t slip Talking so slick, I might f*ck on yo bitch Bro got the sticky, he’ll make me a wish I’m back on my shit, so I’m talking me shit Yeah I need me a milly, I’ll die when I’m lit Bro out in Valley he sending the Zips Lil baby keep liking my drippity drip Designer the fashion, it’s litty lit