Dream Lil Gotit (Ft. Guap Tarantino)

[Intro: Lil Gotit]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Hood Baby, Guap Tarantino
Uh (D. Hill)
No motherfuckin' cap in our gang, nigga

[Chorus: Lil Gotit & Guap Tarantino]
Fill that boy with lead (Lead)
Get cheese and gettin' bread (Racks)
Eighteen, I'm rocking, yes (Yes)
We paint the city red (Yeah)
She suck it with her brace (Woo)
Then foenem come and race (Woo, woo)
Boy, you crying lead
Yeah, this chopper break your legs (Brr)
Ooh, I had a dream, I had baguettes in my rings
Drip drip on my spleen, I put drip drip on my team
Off-White drip, she rocking Fashion Nova jeans
What this cash gone bring? Yeah, a whole lot of fame

[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
Oh, yeah, it's up (Tellin' ya)
Red in my cup (Tellin' ya)
Ran this shit up (Tellin' ya)
Air this shit out (Tellin' ya)
You niggas ain't seen
I'm on they neck, finna pop out like spring
Got your bitch ready, suck me out my jeans
Bust down baguetties mixed up in the ring
Stick get unleaded, you play with my team
Hatin' nigga, what's next?
I count up a check
Lil Gotit, boy, what that nigga said?
Got bread to put on his head (Racks, racks, racks)
Couple days, he play and he dead (Yeah)
They gon' spray, they geeked up on meds (Woo)
Conversate, he play with the feds
I hope that they chop off his head
Niggas some cap, flex (Flex)
We the topics, they know who the best (Best)
Feel the best when I'm geeked out on meds (On the meds)
Talking M's, then come be my guest (Be my guest)
Lil' bitty shrimp, you can't be no less (Be less)
Feel like a pimp when I fuck on the next (On the next)
Walk with a limp cause these racks on me, yes (Yeah, yes)
Aim at your temp', we don't aim at no chest, yes (Yeah, yes)