Lil Duke, Lil Gotit - Due to the Fact lyrics
Lil Gotit [Semaja Zair Render] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Duke, Lil Gotit - Due to the Fact lyrics]
(Zone 6 nigga, Pyrex whippa, Pyrex)
Due to the fact that these drugs on me
(Due to the fact)
Hold up one second, I hear my heartbeat
(Hold on) meanwhile, I’m digging’ Ruth Chris
Out my teeth
Slime to the bone, YSL got them P’s
I’m havin’ a whole lotta vibes with me
Beatin’ out they back, we fuck on LV
Don’t care if it’s winter
Me and Duke keep that heat
Answer the Jeep, the bitch is real geeked
AR-15, what I pulled out of me (Frrd)
I put them slimes in yo’ face when I bleed
Aimin’ headshots, ain’t talkin’ gun range
YSL coupe, watch me blow out the brain
Sheesh pockets fat, like Carti Payne
Pop the trunk, I’m gettin’ drugs out the rain
Stupid bastard, go and ask em’
Every, slime over here playin’ nasty
(yeah, Hood baby)
F&N plastic, my whole gang steppin’
That Glock leave em’ tragic
Geeked on these percs
I’m still not an addict
Jumped off the porch to a porch on the
Yeah Slime got some meaning
Her pussy water, yeah Figi (Let’s go)
I know these niggas wanna be me
But that cannot be me and
They’ll never see me
Getcha’ bitch, she textin’
Tryna’ come eat me matter fact
Due to the fact that these drugs on me
Hold up one second, I hear my heartbeat
Meanwhile, I’m digging’ Ruth Chris
Out my teeth
Slime to the bone, YSL got them P’s
I’m havin’ a whole lotta vibes with me
Beatin’ out they back, we fuck on LV
Straight out the hood, the Hood Baby with me
Answer the Jeep, the bitch is real geeked
Bitch I’m a boss, can’t be lovin’ no freak
I’m from the street
He fuck with me and I bet
He gon’ die in a weak talkin’ is cheap
Whole crew, they talkin’
They sing like a choir
Count like they these niggas some liars
Bet imma dive in that bih’ like a diver
I’m servin’ drugs and bitch I’m the supplier
Hands on my pistol, it grip like some pliers
Straight in that Demon, I
Need some new tires
We won’t leave no survivors
I got my new bitch with me, she a rider
They say I spit it like I got some riders
Burin’ woods ghost and bitch
I’m with the spider
We poppin’ shit and we lit like a lighter
Ballin’ real life, I can’t fuck with no minor
Due to the fact that these drugs on me
(Due to the fact)
Hold up one second, I hear my heartbeat
(Hold on) meanwhile, I’m digging’ Ruth Chris
Out my teeth
Slime to the bone, YSL got them P’s
I’m havin’ a whole lotta vibes with me
Beatin’ out they back, we fuck on LV
Don’t care if it’s winter
Me and Duke keep that heat
Answer the Jeep, the bitch is real geeked
Due to the fact that these drugs on me
(Due to the fact)
Hold up one second, I hear my heartbeat
(Hold on) meanwhile, I’m digging’ Ruth Chris
Out my teeth
Slime to the bone, YSL got them P’s
I’m havin’ a whole lotta vibes with me
Beatin’ out they back, we fuck on LV
Don’t care if it’s winter
Me and Duke keep that heat
Answer the Jeep, the bitch is real geeked
AR-15, what I pulled out of me (Frrd)
I put them slimes in yo’ face when I bleed
Aimin’ headshots, ain’t talkin’ gun range
YSL coupe, watch me blow out the brain
Sheesh pockets fat, like Carti Payne
Pop the trunk, I’m gettin’ drugs out the rain
Stupid bastard, go and ask em’
Every, slime over here playin’ nasty
(yeah, Hood baby)
F&N plastic, my whole gang steppin’
That Glock leave em’ tragic
Geeked on these percs
I’m still not an addict
Jumped off the porch to a porch on the
Yeah Slime got some meaning
Her pussy water, yeah Figi (Let’s go)
I know these niggas wanna be me
But that cannot be me and
They’ll never see me
Getcha’ bitch, she textin’
Tryna’ come eat me matter fact
Due to the fact that these drugs on me
Hold up one second, I hear my heartbeat
Meanwhile, I’m digging’ Ruth Chris
Out my teeth
Slime to the bone, YSL got them P’s
I’m havin’ a whole lotta vibes with me
Beatin’ out they back, we fuck on LV
Straight out the hood, the Hood Baby with me
Answer the Jeep, the bitch is real geeked
Bitch I’m a boss, can’t be lovin’ no freak
I’m from the street
He fuck with me and I bet
He gon’ die in a weak talkin’ is cheap
Whole crew, they talkin’
They sing like a choir
Count like they these niggas some liars
Bet imma dive in that bih’ like a diver
I’m servin’ drugs and bitch I’m the supplier
Hands on my pistol, it grip like some pliers
Straight in that Demon, I
Need some new tires
We won’t leave no survivors
I got my new bitch with me, she a rider
They say I spit it like I got some riders
Burin’ woods ghost and bitch
I’m with the spider
We poppin’ shit and we lit like a lighter
Ballin’ real life, I can’t fuck with no minor
Due to the fact that these drugs on me
(Due to the fact)
Hold up one second, I hear my heartbeat
(Hold on) meanwhile, I’m digging’ Ruth Chris
Out my teeth
Slime to the bone, YSL got them P’s
I’m havin’ a whole lotta vibes with me
Beatin’ out they back, we fuck on LV
Don’t care if it’s winter
Me and Duke keep that heat
Answer the Jeep, the bitch is real geeked