Lil Gotit, Guap Tarantino - Lil Bitch lyrics

Ra ra racks project X

I ain't your man, lil' bitch, young
Niggas havin' the bands, lil' bitch, yeah
Racks make you dance, lil' bitch, all these
Ones in my hands, lil' bitch, yeah
40 pointers my wrist, Presidential
Rollie glis' yeah, ooh, bitch, you missed
I just paid that ho a visit
Yeah, ooh, bitch, you missed
I got Hi Tech soda piss
Yeah, ooh, make the list
We got racks to show the wish
Yeah, used to the take the risk
Just to get the loads and shit
Yeah, now they see we rich, yeah
We had to go and get

How your edges paused, yeah? I
Got too much sauce, yeah
Fuck that bitch, she lost, why
Your racks on pause, yeah?
Independent women, I got bitches
They some bosses and I'm ridin' in that
New foreign with exhaust, ooh
In the vert, yeah
I'm soarin' straight across
Play with us, we purge
Don't give a fuck about the law
Yeah, she sexy, sexy, she get nasty, nasty
Different color hair, but she not ratchet
Ratchet
Oh, she nasty, nasty, she get nasty, nasty
Chasin' status, status, ice the Patek, Patek
Yeah, my pockets dead, paramedic, medic
And she give me head, call me daddy, daddy
Call me daddy, daddy

I ain't your man, lil' bitch, young
Niggas havin' the bands, lil' bitch, yeah
Racks make you dance, lil' bitch, all these
Ones in my hands, lil' bitch, yeah
40 pointers my wrist, Presidential
Rollie glis' yeah, ooh, bitch, you missed
I just paid that ho a visit
Yeah, ooh, bitch, you missed
I got Hi Tech soda piss
Yeah, ooh, make the list
(What) , we got racks to show the wish
Yeah, used to the take the risk
Just to get the loads and shit
Yeah, now they see we rich, yeah
We had to go and get

She say Lil Gotit so crazy
Big, big racks, these niggas
They smoke Kool-Aid packs
My condo big, drip everywhere
I gotta match, match, match
Gotta keep a SIG, niggas play with me
I'm bustin' wigs got a dime lil' bitch
She deepthroat and ate the kids
Slime in the Lamb'
Yeah we did the whole dash
Lil' bit of cash, I put it in the stash
Fuck around, get a lil' bit of cash
Check the kicks
Five thousand dollars for a print on they ass
Woah, woah, woah, in the
Sun, don't drip, woah, woah
Fuck her good, she gotta go
Got the pussy comin' back like a yo yo
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, she'll do one
Can't cuff that ho she keep blowin' up my
Phone, talkin' 'bout "Gotit
Don't leave me alone"

I ain't your man, lil' bitch, young
Niggas havin' the bands, lil' bitch, yeah
Racks make you dance, lil' bitch, all these
Ones in my hands, lil' bitch, yeah
40 pointers my wrist, Presidential
Rollie glis' yeah, ooh, bitch, you missed
I just paid that ho a visit
Yeah, ooh, bitch, you missed
I got Hi Tech soda piss
Yeah, ooh, make the list
We got racks to show the wish
Yeah, used to the take the risk
Just to get the loads and shit
Yeah, now they see we rich, yeah
We had to go and get