[Intro: Lil Gotit]
Uh
B-B-Bankroll Got It
[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
H-O-O-D (Hood), B-A-B-I-E-S (Baby)
I'm the real Hood Baby (The real one)
Bitch, it's tatted on my neck (Tatted)
I laced it up (Uh), in my Nike shoes and ran up a check (Go get it)
Got monkey bullets in this TEC (Brr), and it's takin' off your neck (Gah)
Shots in the middle, might hit a flip (Boom)
Talkin' real crazy, he caught a dip
Natural big booty bitch, you thought it wasn't real (Damn)
Pussy tasted like candy and I caught it at Phipps (Let's go)
Boy, make a movie, don't gimme no lip (Movie)
Superstar status, got hoes in the VIP (Superstar status)
Keep shit trill, boy, you ain't real
Everything goin' up like a motherfuckin' hill (Talk to 'em)
[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]
Hit it from the front, then I grab her by the neck (Uh)
Nutted on her face, yeah, Gotit left a mess (Uh)
Then she let the shit drip down to her chest (Uh, uh)
Bitch, I want M's, I ain't talkin' 'bout necks (Let's go)
Do one, kingpin, it's on to the next (To what)
They askin' who steppin' shit, come get stretched (Me)
Too high, half a Percocet, gon' balance it (Uh)
Got a bag, move out the hood to Buckhead (What)
It's a show, Rio hit my phone like he book me (Rio)
What the hell? Fat geeked up, smokin' cookies
Givin' hell, these niggas ain't nothin' but some rookies (Huh)
They say I ain't a killer, lil' nigga, just push me (Woah)
AMG Benz geeked up, it's pushin' (Skrrt)
Stickin' to the T, I ain't talkin' 'bout Pusha
Cut the cap talk, all the could've, would've, should've
Smokin' Backwoods, we don't roll no Swishers
Uh
B-B-Bankroll Got It
[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
H-O-O-D (Hood), B-A-B-I-E-S (Baby)
I'm the real Hood Baby (The real one)
Bitch, it's tatted on my neck (Tatted)
I laced it up (Uh), in my Nike shoes and ran up a check (Go get it)
Got monkey bullets in this TEC (Brr), and it's takin' off your neck (Gah)
Shots in the middle, might hit a flip (Boom)
Talkin' real crazy, he caught a dip
Natural big booty bitch, you thought it wasn't real (Damn)
Pussy tasted like candy and I caught it at Phipps (Let's go)
Boy, make a movie, don't gimme no lip (Movie)
Superstar status, got hoes in the VIP (Superstar status)
Keep shit trill, boy, you ain't real
Everything goin' up like a motherfuckin' hill (Talk to 'em)
[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]
Hit it from the front, then I grab her by the neck (Uh)
Nutted on her face, yeah, Gotit left a mess (Uh)
Then she let the shit drip down to her chest (Uh, uh)
Bitch, I want M's, I ain't talkin' 'bout necks (Let's go)
Do one, kingpin, it's on to the next (To what)
They askin' who steppin' shit, come get stretched (Me)
Too high, half a Percocet, gon' balance it (Uh)
Got a bag, move out the hood to Buckhead (What)
It's a show, Rio hit my phone like he book me (Rio)
What the hell? Fat geeked up, smokin' cookies
Givin' hell, these niggas ain't nothin' but some rookies (Huh)
They say I ain't a killer, lil' nigga, just push me (Woah)
AMG Benz geeked up, it's pushin' (Skrrt)
Stickin' to the T, I ain't talkin' 'bout Pusha
Cut the cap talk, all the could've, would've, should've
Smokin' Backwoods, we don't roll no Swishers
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