[Chorus: Fleej]
All of my fits come from Italy
We fucking like we been had chemistry
She love me, she cannot get rid of me
She love me, she cannot get rid of me
They plotting, they wanna get rid of me
I ride in that STO with that blick on me
Everyday I got that shit on me
This a trap nigga victory
All of my fits come from Italy
We fucking like we been had chemistry
She love me, she cannot get rid of me
She love me, she cannot get rid of me
They plotting, they wanna get rid of me
I ride in that STO with that blick on me
Everyday I got that shit on me
This a trap nigga victory

[Verse 1: Fleej]
P.J. the goon, walk in the room, I'm on my shit again
Fuck all the love, brodie just sent me the plug out in Michigan
Pour me a 4 then I'm spillin' it
Catch me an opp and I'm drillin' him
Empty the clip shit, run out of bullets then I'm pistol whipping him
All of these clothes are from overseas, a nigga be dressed in that different shit
Up in the store, catching licks again
Kill your dawg, catching vic' again
Blowing the weed, fuckin' your freak, in the trap countin' Benjamins
Came a long way from the visit list
Now she get wet when the ceiling lift
Niggas be hatin' but feelin' it
I'm only waitin' to kill 'em though
I'm only speaking the realest shit
Some niggas won't feel me though
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