Correction Lyrics Toe Tag by Lil Gotit

Featuring(s) : SG Kendall & Lil Yachty

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Lyrics

(Hurt, what it do?)
Huh? Check
(10Fifty, I love you)
Run a lil' check
(What up, Foster?)

Jumped off the porch to a check (Check)
First move, put some diamonds on my neck (It's time for that)
I know for sure that it get her pussy wet (Get her wet)
Yeah, my first car was a Porsche, not a 'Vette (Skrrt-skrrt)
Perc' Gotit got your ho on the meds
Vibes, shit, all of 'em on meds
Say you spendin' checks, I hear you, but you stressin' that shit
Hood Baby a star, real shooting star
I'm a young rich nigga with a bag and with the shits
Killed a dude once, located his [?]
Got drugs down here while the bitch get blitzed
Aston, you gotta slop, slop-top me
I done caught a body on the Addy', in the club on gang shit
.223 a hashtag, poppin' bottles, won't toe-tag (Hood Baby)

Eastside, Southside, trap at
Now I'm pulling up with gas packs
Yeah, real big speaker
And I feel like Moneybagg, yeah
With moneybags filled with cash
Tats in the face, went slime, shit, yeah
Never know those mans
They don't want smoke, they group fans
She gifted us with the pussy like December
Invest in that booty, my bag get it bigger
I'm a young nigga but [?]
That dawg control the Glock, he got Render
We on that gang shit
Stand on the couch and go make it rain shit
Runnin' my check in
So we was up at traphouse or that [?] shit
We know we live dangerous
Slime the opp block, John Wick, point and aim shit
We got a check, stupid, I'm ready to flex
Don't think this shit sweet, I talk with the TEC
chop off the head 'cause he picky
I cuff up my bitch but I want your big [?]
Beat on that pussy, it's as wet as it gets
I'm lit, I'm lit, they ain't doing shit

Jumped off the porch to a check (Check)
First move, put some diamonds on my neck (It's time for that)
I know for sure that it get her pussy wet (Get her wet)
Yeah, my first car was a Porsche, not a 'Vette (Skrrt-skrrt)
Perc' Gotit got your ho on the meds
Vibes, shit, all of 'em on meds
Say you spendin' checks, I hear you, but you stressin' that shit
Hood Baby a star, real shooting star
I'm a young rich nigga with a bag and with the shits
Killed a dude once, located his [?]
Got drugs down here while the bitch get blitzed
Aston, you gotta slop, slop-top me
I done caught a body on the Addy', in the club on gang shit
.223 a hashtag, poppin' bottles, won't toe-tag

Yeah (21), stop cappin' (Cappin')
I heard you got racks in your mattress (What's happening?)
We slither, we slide, we gon' catch him, yeah
Wipe his lil' nose, we gon' bless him
I got more apes than BAPEs, they do what I say
And they way tougher than steak
Put 'em on a plate then we vacate
Heard they got done on a late day, yeah
Gotit from the six side, uh
Meet up at that bitch house, yeah
Addies and them titties out, uh
I think she ready for the dick now
Damn, don't play with the Patek or the money, nigga
Whole lotta paper, we ain't running out of money, nigga
Courtside seats, watch 'em play around, they in front a nigga, ooh
like fourteen thousand
Hellcats riding back to back, yeah
Swervin' through Atlanta doing the dash, yeah
We'll slide the six, drop a bag, yeah
Then go to Cleveland Ave with the slatts, yeah
YSL, 21 shit, yeah
Your gang, my gang hit, yeah
The same lil' stinking ass bitch, yeah
Now she tryna brag 'bout this shit, yeah

Jumped off the porch to a check (Check)
First move, put some diamonds on my neck (It's time for that)
I know for sure that it get her pussy wet (Get her wet)
Yeah, my first car was a Porsche, not a 'Vette (Skrrt-skrrt)
Perc' Gotit got your ho on the meds
Vibes, shit, all of 'em on meds
Say you spendin' checks, I hear you, but you stressin' that shit
Hood Baby a star, real shooting star
I'm a young rich nigga with a bag and with the shits
Killed a dude once, located his [?]
Got drugs down here while the bitch get blitzed
Aston, you gotta slop, slop-top me
I done caught a body on the Addy', in the club on gang shit
.223 a hashtag, poppin' bottles, won't toe-tag

Diamonds, bags
Four hundred racks (Go)
In the penthouse with thirty-three snacks (Slatt)
Beat on her back 'til it crack
Money man, money man
Sleep with one eye like I'm huntin', man
Niggas ain't getting no cake, for real
Don't know how it feel, that's too sad
I had that Maybach at 21 (No cap)
That's two-seventy (I paid it)
For hoes in my room and they ebony (I slayed it)
I fuck up that sack so irregularly
Sinning so much but my bitch is so heavenly
Treachery (Fuck 'em)
They play on my name like I'm dead or somethin' (Yeah)
I confront, they say, "Huh?" (What?)
Like they couldn't hear what I said or somethin'
Had to drop that lil' bitch (Get dropped)
She asking questions like she fed or something
Fed up, I need me some new head (Slatt)
Bro cracked the seal on some old red
Told her chew on that dick like a Lemonhead
Lil' bitch, I'm that young nigga they copy from (On God)
Gave her three shots, what you make of 'em?
I'm fucking this bitch in her mama home

Jumped off the porch to a check (Check)
First move, put some diamonds on my neck (It's time for that)
I know for sure that it get her pussy wet (Get her wet)
Yeah, my first car was a Porsche, not a 'Vette (Skrrt-skrrt)
Perc' Gotit got your ho on the meds
Vibes, shit, all of 'em on meds
Say you spendin' checks, I hear you, but you stressin' that shit
Hood Baby a star, real shooting star
I'm a young rich nigga with a bag and with the shits
Killed a dude once, located his [?]
Got drugs down here while the bitch get blitzed
Aston, you gotta slop, slop-top me
I done caught a body on the Addy', in the club on gang shit
.223 a hashtag, poppin' bottles, won't toe-tag

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