[Intro]
(Nile, I hear you)
(10Fifty, I love you)
[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
The coupe match the Cullinan like butter, slip through other shit
I been rockin' fuckin' Hutch, you know I'm on the fuckery
You been on some sucker shit, no, no, you can't get close to me
I'm from Zone 3, got on three Cuban links, who froze than me?
Took the ice off and locked it up, I'm on some donnin' shit
Me and Rio, we get them bags in, we wrap a mummy quick
I can do it right, but I slimed him out and got the money quick
They wasn't tryna put a player on, they was holdin' dick
[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]
Turn up the heat, she gave the head up for free
Atlanta, tear down the streets, I snatch the doors off the Jeep
Tornado spinnin' for weeks, tornado leavin' debris
That 40 stain 'em, Degree, them cutters chopped off they feet
I can put my trust in Lil Weed, this Hellcat charged up
Free the bros, they got charged up
You diss me, get your bars up
We shoot shit, blowin' your cars up
Just hrrt with that carbine
Yeah, shootin', James Harden
She mop me, yeah, pardon
She pardon me
I keep bluffin', no peace
I keep Locs like Dave East
She want clout on SayCheese
But I'm hot from Shade Room
It's all gone, we pay soon
Hop out Bape with K's too
Don't let that money change you
(Nile, I hear you)
(10Fifty, I love you)
[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
The coupe match the Cullinan like butter, slip through other shit
I been rockin' fuckin' Hutch, you know I'm on the fuckery
You been on some sucker shit, no, no, you can't get close to me
I'm from Zone 3, got on three Cuban links, who froze than me?
Took the ice off and locked it up, I'm on some donnin' shit
Me and Rio, we get them bags in, we wrap a mummy quick
I can do it right, but I slimed him out and got the money quick
They wasn't tryna put a player on, they was holdin' dick
[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]
Turn up the heat, she gave the head up for free
Atlanta, tear down the streets, I snatch the doors off the Jeep
Tornado spinnin' for weeks, tornado leavin' debris
That 40 stain 'em, Degree, them cutters chopped off they feet
I can put my trust in Lil Weed, this Hellcat charged up
Free the bros, they got charged up
You diss me, get your bars up
We shoot shit, blowin' your cars up
Just hrrt with that carbine
Yeah, shootin', James Harden
She mop me, yeah, pardon
She pardon me
I keep bluffin', no peace
I keep Locs like Dave East
She want clout on SayCheese
But I'm hot from Shade Room
It's all gone, we pay soon
Hop out Bape with K's too
Don't let that money change you
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