McNair
Lil Gotit
GENRE
Lyrics from Snippet
[Intro]
What up though?
(Nile, I hear you)
(10Fifty, I love you)
[Chorus]
Penthouse vibes
And every single vibe a dime
A player, she know I can't lie
She suited, she roll with my ties
My wrist make a crushed up ice
For me she leave that pussy tight
In the [?] smashin' with these toys
I'm mastermind, not a child
I just see Pluto in a rush, G-O-T-I-T
Boy, I'm with the shits and that's on my mama
Claimin' that you real, but you ain't really doin' the real nigga shit
I'm overly ready to shoot out that motherfuckin' stick at your clique
Step on a brick and I look like a brick, but this what it is
[Verse]
Step on shit, I drip on shit
Yеah, my neck gon' match my wrist
Thick and smart, my type of bitch
Matching Chanel high shoе kicks
I'ma bow down, I ain't Kaepernick
Savage, two-twenty-one my whip
Open up, extendo on my clip
Rotel, the whole block gettin' dipped
If it's up there with the whole gang, then it's stuck there
Any outbursts or disrespect, you get left there
Damn, my ex bitch, she gon' need more than health care
I'm QB and I see everything, I been there
YSL member (YSL), ice cold, December (Slatt)
Beat the walls down like timber
One of the realest, remember
I was born [?] (Yeah)
Real, real, real big tipper (Yeah)
Tryna get sicker
Don Julio my liquor (Yeah)
My hand on the trigger
[Chorus]
Penthouse vibes
And every single rapper dyin'
I'm player Chanel, I can't lie
She zooted, she roll with my ties
My wrist make a crushed up ice
For me she leave pussy tight
In the [?] smashin' with these toys
I'm mastermind, not a child
I just see Pluto in a rush, G-O-T-I-T
Boy, I'm with the shits and that's on my mama
Claimin' that you real, but you ain't really doin' the real nigga shit
I'm overly ready to shoot out that motherfuckin' stick at your clique
Step on a brick and I look like a brick, but this what it is
[Intro]
What up though?
(Nile, I hear you)
(10Fifty, I love you)
[Chorus]
Penthouse vibes
And every single vibe a dime
A player, she know I can't lie
She suited, she roll with my ties
My wrist make a crushed up ice
For me she leave that pussy tight
In the [?] smashin' with these toys
I'm mastermind, not a child
I just see Pluto in a rush, G-O-T-I-T
Boy, I'm with the shits and that's on my mama
Claimin' that you real, but you ain't really doin' the real nigga shit
I'm overly ready to shoot out that motherfuckin' stick at your clique
Step on a brick and I look like a brick, but this what it is
[Verse]
Step on shit, I drip on shit
Yеah, my neck gon' match my wrist
Thick and smart, my type of bitch
Matching Chanel high shoе kicks
I'ma bow down, I ain't Kaepernick
Savage, two-twenty-one my whip
Open up, extendo on my clip
Rotel, the whole block gettin' dipped
If it's up there with the whole gang, then it's stuck there
Any outbursts or disrespect, you get left there
Damn, my ex bitch, she gon' need more than health care
I'm QB and I see everything, I been there
YSL member (YSL), ice cold, December (Slatt)
Beat the walls down like timber
One of the realest, remember
I was born [?] (Yeah)
Real, real, real big tipper (Yeah)
Tryna get sicker
Don Julio my liquor (Yeah)
My hand on the trigger
[Chorus]
Penthouse vibes
And every single rapper dyin'
I'm player Chanel, I can't lie
She zooted, she roll with my ties
My wrist make a crushed up ice
For me she leave pussy tight
In the [?] smashin' with these toys
I'm mastermind, not a child
I just see Pluto in a rush, G-O-T-I-T
Boy, I'm with the shits and that's on my mama
Claimin' that you real, but you ain't really doin' the real nigga shit
I'm overly ready to shoot out that motherfuckin' stick at your clique
Step on a brick and I look like a brick, but this what it is
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