Ocho Savage, Bo$$Barr - Lit Gods lyrics
[Ocho Savage, Bo$$Barr - Lit Gods lyrics]
You know my songs are so hard
We never fight over broads
Cause we got em all
Jumped in the crowd just to ball
Gucci & Polo my draws
We don't care about laws
What you expect huh? We da lit gods
What you expect huh? We da lit gods
My young hittas came to ball
Turn up the party, get money
We ain't come to fall
We just want some Audemars
Louie V belts and Versace our draws
What you expect huh? We da lit gods
What you expect huh? We da lit gods
Ima lit god
I got demons they scheming like jealous gods
Cause I just want rolies over my arm
So I hit my knees and I pray to god
Please help me stay on don’t make me fall off
I'm living life average I'm
Just tryna live lavish
Got dreams of me cashing
Rainy days kill my passion
Like I said I got demons
Keep sayin’ these nightmares are real yeah
Jump in the crowd at my shows
Just to show that I’m wild on the low
Man this hit is gold
I got that fire inside me
I got some passion
Some energy no one can hold
Make Peter fly like a Griffin
Drop em backdown put him in a
Wheel chair like he Joe
Sometimes I wear all black when I'm schemin’
And sometimes I wear all white
When I go ghost
You know my songs are so hard
We never fight over broads
Cause we got em all
Jumped in the crowd just to ball
Gucci & Polo my draws
We don't care about laws
What you expect huh? We da lit gods
What you expect huh? We da lit gods
My young hittas came to ball
Turn up the party, get money
We ain't come to fall
We just want some Audemars
Louie V belts and Versace our draws
What you expect huh? We da lit gods
What you expect huh? We da lit gods
We up in the party and I might be the littest
Lyrically I really just might be the illest
Who compared to me? My bars are so vicious
Yo girl lovin’ me got you in yo feelings
Just a youngin’ tryna run up a bag
Since a toddler been in love with the cash
Daddy told me slow it down on the dash
See my haters I look at em and dab
Mama told me kill em all with success
Wen I'm doin’ something I do my best
Peaceful protest cause they tryna
Stop the violence stayed in trouble cause a
Young boy was wylin’
I was 10 they thought I had a problem
But I'm stackin my dollars
And I'm focused on commas
I put that on my mama
You know my songs are so hard
We never fight over broads
Cause we got em all
Jumped in the crowd just to ball
Gucci & Polo my draws
We don't care about laws
What you expect huh? We da lit gods
What you expect huh? We da lit gods
We never fight over broads
Cause we got em all
Jumped in the crowd just to ball
Gucci & Polo my draws
We don't care about laws
What you expect huh? We da lit gods
What you expect huh? We da lit gods
My young hittas came to ball
Turn up the party, get money
We ain't come to fall
We just want some Audemars
Louie V belts and Versace our draws
What you expect huh? We da lit gods
What you expect huh? We da lit gods
Ima lit god
I got demons they scheming like jealous gods
Cause I just want rolies over my arm
So I hit my knees and I pray to god
Please help me stay on don’t make me fall off
I'm living life average I'm
Just tryna live lavish
Got dreams of me cashing
Rainy days kill my passion
Like I said I got demons
Keep sayin’ these nightmares are real yeah
Jump in the crowd at my shows
Just to show that I’m wild on the low
Man this hit is gold
I got that fire inside me
I got some passion
Some energy no one can hold
Make Peter fly like a Griffin
Drop em backdown put him in a
Wheel chair like he Joe
Sometimes I wear all black when I'm schemin’
And sometimes I wear all white
When I go ghost
You know my songs are so hard
We never fight over broads
Cause we got em all
Jumped in the crowd just to ball
Gucci & Polo my draws
We don't care about laws
What you expect huh? We da lit gods
What you expect huh? We da lit gods
My young hittas came to ball
Turn up the party, get money
We ain't come to fall
We just want some Audemars
Louie V belts and Versace our draws
What you expect huh? We da lit gods
What you expect huh? We da lit gods
We up in the party and I might be the littest
Lyrically I really just might be the illest
Who compared to me? My bars are so vicious
Yo girl lovin’ me got you in yo feelings
Just a youngin’ tryna run up a bag
Since a toddler been in love with the cash
Daddy told me slow it down on the dash
See my haters I look at em and dab
Mama told me kill em all with success
Wen I'm doin’ something I do my best
Peaceful protest cause they tryna
Stop the violence stayed in trouble cause a
Young boy was wylin’
I was 10 they thought I had a problem
But I'm stackin my dollars
And I'm focused on commas
I put that on my mama
You know my songs are so hard
We never fight over broads
Cause we got em all
Jumped in the crowd just to ball
Gucci & Polo my draws
We don't care about laws
What you expect huh? We da lit gods
What you expect huh? We da lit gods
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