
Due to the Fact Lil Gotit (Ft. Lil Duke)
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[Intro: 21 Savage & Offset]
(Zone 6 nigga, Pyrex whippa)
(Pyrex)
[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Due to the fact that these drugs on me (Due to the fact)
Hold up one second, I hear my heartbeat (Hold on)
Meanwhile, I’m digging’ Ruth Chris out my teeth
Slime to the bone, YSL got them P’s
I’m havin’ a whole lotta vibes with me
Beatin’ out they back, we fuck on LV
Don’t care if it’s winter, me and Duke keep that heat
Answer the Jeep, the bitch is real geeked
[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]
AR-15, what I pulled out of me (Frrd)
I put them slimes in yo’ face when I bleed
Aimin’ headshots, ain’t talkin’ gun range
YSL coupe, watch me blow out the brain, sheesh
Pockets fat, like Carti Payne
Pop the trunk, I’m gettin’ drugs out the rain
Stupid bastard, go and ask em’
Every, slime over here playin’ nasty (Yeah, Hood baby)
F&N plastic, my whole gang steppin’
That Glock leave em’ tragic
Geeked on these percs, I’m still not an addict
Jumped off the porch to a porch on the [?]
Yeah Slime got some meaning
Her pussy water, yeah Figi (Let’s go)
I know these niggas wanna be me
But that cannot be me and they’ll never see me
Getcha’ bitch, she textin’, tryna’ come eat me
Matter fact, [?]
(Zone 6 nigga, Pyrex whippa)
(Pyrex)
[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Due to the fact that these drugs on me (Due to the fact)
Hold up one second, I hear my heartbeat (Hold on)
Meanwhile, I’m digging’ Ruth Chris out my teeth
Slime to the bone, YSL got them P’s
I’m havin’ a whole lotta vibes with me
Beatin’ out they back, we fuck on LV
Don’t care if it’s winter, me and Duke keep that heat
Answer the Jeep, the bitch is real geeked
[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]
AR-15, what I pulled out of me (Frrd)
I put them slimes in yo’ face when I bleed
Aimin’ headshots, ain’t talkin’ gun range
YSL coupe, watch me blow out the brain, sheesh
Pockets fat, like Carti Payne
Pop the trunk, I’m gettin’ drugs out the rain
Stupid bastard, go and ask em’
Every, slime over here playin’ nasty (Yeah, Hood baby)
F&N plastic, my whole gang steppin’
That Glock leave em’ tragic
Geeked on these percs, I’m still not an addict
Jumped off the porch to a porch on the [?]
Yeah Slime got some meaning
Her pussy water, yeah Figi (Let’s go)
I know these niggas wanna be me
But that cannot be me and they’ll never see me
Getcha’ bitch, she textin’, tryna’ come eat me
Matter fact, [?]
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