Correction Paroles 6 Figures par Lil Gotit

Featuring(s) : BIG30 & Lil Keed

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[Intro]
Damn, Dior
AJ back on that bullshlit, slime

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Not my slime, we ridin' six figures
Ain't artistic, but, you get the picture
One-shot at yo' head, we leavin' you simple
The life on the edge is nothin' but a [?]
Give 'em an inch and we take it a mile
Free Lil [?], he took it to trial
I'm doin' numbers, boy, change yo' dial
Say my name in a song, boy, take it down
Take dope to your home, boy, get it done
My Rollie my twin, yeah, that my [?]
We havin' hoes in Atlanta Town
Yeah, these shooters smokin' more than a pound

[Post Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Drop that bag on a ho, ain't got a mop
[?] iced out my clock
Good sight, thirty round on a Glock (Yeah)
YSL, Choppa Gang, we locked (Talk to 'em)

[Verse 1: Lil Keed]
These niggas cap, they ain't droppin' no [?]
Shit, I already preached yo' demeanour (Yeah)
Tell buddy, "Say nothin'," he look like a cop (Keep talkin' that shit)
Yeah, all in LA in that Rolls (Yeah)
And we havin' hoes, suck you right out your sock (Slime)
Yeah, gun a nigga down with that chop' (Grrah)
I ain't got time for talk, choppa down with like a salt (Chop that shit down)
We put that shit down, anywhere, off (Woo)
Why? If she not a slut, she not my time (Slut)
Stand on the dash, bought her the Trackhawk (Skrrt)
Ho, it liftin' up like a bike (Vroom)
The trap got scammers and killers (Scammers and killers)
[?] me everything
Them lil' bitches slimey
Yeah, we slimey, ain't shady and shiesty (Slatt)
This stick can hit like it Tyson (Slatt)

[Post Chorus: Lil Gotit & BIG30]
Drop that bag on a ho, ain't got a mop (Mop)
[?] iced out my clock (My clock)
Good sight, thirty round on a Glock (Bllrd)
YSL, Choppa Gang, we locked (Bllrd, bllrd, bllrd, slatt)

[Verse 2: BIG30]
Nineteen, stick with them coolers
Switch on the Glock, get off fast (Bllrd, bllrd)
I kissed the curb in that wide body Cat, she grabbed the grass
Tap the gas, she shake ass (Skrrt)
We treat Scatpack like a C-Class (A C-Class)
Foenem post picture with money
Then, my opps won't see no cash (No cash)
Try to trap on they ass
Everytime we hit they block somethin' past (Past)
Pressure, but, had to tail 'em
Tryna put some in a bag (In a bag)
From eight to eight K, mismatch ('Match)
No savin' bae, don't try ask
Turned into opp pack in my hood
He my favourite strand, he a [?]

[Chorus: Lil Gotit, BIG30 & Lil Keed]
Not my slime, we ridin' six figures (Bllrd)
Ain't gon' test it, but, you get the picture (Bllrd)
One-shot at yo' head, we leavin' you simple (Slatt, slatt)
The life on the edge is nothin' but a [?] (Bllrd, bllrd)
Give 'em an inch and we take it a mile
Free Lil [?], he took it to trial (Slatt)
I'm doin' numbers, boy, change yo' dial
Say my name in a song, boy, take it down (Bllrd)
Take dope to your home, boy, get it done
My Rollie my twin, yeah, that my [?]
We havin' hoes in Atlanta Town
Yeah, these shooters smokin' more than a pound

[Post Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Drop that bag on a ho, ain't got a mop
[?] iced out my clock
Good sight, thirty round on a Glock
YSL, Choppa Gang, we locked

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