Get It Litty lyrics

[Verse]
It get litty, it's a party every time my n*ggas show up (And that's for sho')
Boy, don't die in this b*tch, watch what you throw up (Watch what you throw up)
Sick my purple rains got a stain from this soc
Mix it up a little, couple drops, and it's yola (Yeah)
Think he f*ckin' with me, cuddie off some Coca-Cola (Off that sh*t)
Bullets flyin' when we bouncin' out this 'Yota (Pow, pow, pow, pow)
I ain't a P, she ran a fee, I guess I'm chosen (Ayy, run it in)
I 2-0 in these streets, boy, I'm golden
Ayy, pshh, real dope fiends (For sho')
Certified street n*gga, shoot and drop the whole thing (Fa, fa, fa, fa)
I ain't picking up today, let my phone ring (Ayy, let it ring)
f*ck a half, blood, you know I copped the whole thing (Ayy)
Send her to the store and beat her ass, she coppеd the wrong thing (b*tch)
She said that she lеaving, told her, "Bye", let the hoe leave (Bye)
This a VLONE shirt, plain, but a long-sleeve
Finna take a trip, do something different down in Long Beach (Hold on)
And I ain't talkin' bout no vacation
If you gon' do the move, then do it now, blood, I hate waitin'
HotBoii, sittin' in this room got him fake bakin' (Hot! Hot!)
Juke move on a fufu, get to shake, shakin' (Ah, ah)
My di*k in her belly, she tryna run, no she can't take it (Ayy)
Them n*ggas die on that side, they just can't face it
Bro got a 'Cat, I got a 'Hawk, but we ain't racin' (Skrrt)
n*gga, I don't f*ckin' cap
I just sh*t talk on these beats, I don't mumble rap (Ayy)
b*tch sparked up a seed in her 'Wood, what the f*ck is that? (Ayy, what the f*ck)
Blood doin' a hunnid, almost lost him, but he brung it back (Skrrt)
f*ck a stock clip, cuddie, my Glock got a drum attached
My doobie in the ashtray, so don't touch it, I ain't done with that (Ayy, don't touch it)
I'm finna roll it up, and smoke a copper (Copper)
Bippin' whips, got no cuts, blood I do it proper (Proper)
Don't get smoked tryna fight, I ain't no boxer I ain't no boxer (I ain't no boxer)
She doin' splits in this b*tch, I'm finna knock her
Come see how we kick it, sh*t, I ain't talkin' bout soccer
This b*tch talk the most sh*t, but she can't show a dollar (Can't show a dollar)
I'm finna roast your dusty ass, I got the hollas
It's nothin' but gangsters and p's in here poppin collars (Poppin' collars)
I'm a beast n*gga, street n*gga with some knowledge (With some knowledge)
But, sh*t, I ain't go to college (Nah)
I start playin' with guns, go for nun, we was robbin'
This ain't Nef the Pharoah, but my n*ggas big tymin' (Big tymin')
I'm tryna cop a Rollie with the big diamonds (Big diamonds)
If I say I'm comin', n*gga, whole clique slidin' (Whole clique slidin')
Tryna ride the wave, boy, you n*ggas di*k ridin' (di*k ridin')
I don't say slatt, b*tch, my n*ggas big slimin'
(Leek, this muhf*cka so sleezy)