Lil Gotit, Lil PJ - Father’s Day lyrics

Money done geeked on this mothafucker
(Money Musik)

I went Wafi, but the band iced out
It came from Fevzi (Pussy)
Smashing in the rain, the tires locked
The cat spinnin' (Shh)
Yeah, the goal is to reach a million
But I can't stop spendin' (Let's go)
On my right
I got two bitches and a Glock fifty
(Let's go)
BM baby daddy keep on talkin' real silly
(Pussy)
I'll shoot this bitch up on Father's Day
Nigga play with me (Pussy)
Shooter with me green dot you
He poppin' out a Bentley (Ghost)
The gangster lane not for you, baby boy
You movin' fishy (Talk to 'em)

Drop it off on my young bull
He movin' by the fifty (Okay)
Of course we like us some freak bitches
This stick got a titty (Freak)
Hall of fame slimes, bitch, we up there
Scottie Pippen (Thirty-three, slatt)
The biggest P up in the game, lil' bitch
Don't try my pimpin'
Designer shooter when we come through, bitch
It's rich steppin' (Brr)
Put three holes up in his head
We had to leave him messy (Ow)
With this drip, I put it on
I had to teach a lesson (Okay, on gang)
Ain't no pressure
But the Glock on me get real aggressive
(I'm with the Get N Dere Gang)
Oh, it feels so simple, so easy
We pop your pimple (Pussy)
Far from a beginner, recruitin', yeah
All the sinners (Lil' pussy)
She's so soaky in her pants
Know I had to drill her (Do it)
Fire up under the pillow
(Do it) , I done turnt to a killer

I went Wafi but the band iced out
It came from Fevzi (Pussy)
Smashing in the rain, the tires locked
The cat spinnin' (Shh)
Yeah, the goal is to reach a million
But I can't stop spendin' (Let's go)
On my right
I got two bitches and a Glock fifty
(Let's go)
BM baby daddy keep on talkin' real silly
(Pussy)
I'll shoot this bitch up on Father's Day
Nigga play with me (Pussy)
Shooter with me green dot you
He poppin' out a Bentley (Ghost)
The gangster lane not for you, baby boy
You movin' fishy (Talk to 'em)

Yeah, I can't go for nothin'
Strain gotta keep that blicky with me
(At all times)
Exotic smokin', rollin' Biscotti
Havin' the best in the city (In the city)
Money be talkin'
(Money be talkin') , we steady
Be walkin', she on molly
She showin' them titties
(Showin' them titties)
Pipe up the show, we gon' rock out the show
(yeah) , I'm the youngest in charge
And I'm with it (yeah, yeah)
I just been livin' my life
Been doin' what I'm doin'
Don't change my goals might go baguettey
Been gettin' to this fetti
(Fetti) , might go all white
Might go rose gold (Rose gold)
Sippin' codiene, been showin' my ass
(My ass) might just cop me your vibe
She all in her bag (All in her bag)
Ain't got no grip, we swervin' the cat
Know the gang too litty, it's forever slatt
(Slatt) i had to make me a plan
Jumped right in that water
Got right on my own
I ain't steppin' in no regular
Tee, lil' bitch, yeah, this is Chrome
(Chrome Heart)
Get on these drugs, get faded
Pop a Perc', bitch, have my baby
Picked up the pipe, picked up the mic
I swear to God this shit here saved me
(On God, God)

I went Wafi but the band iced out
It came from Fevzi (Pussy)
Smashing in the rain, the tires locked
The cat spinnin' (Shh)
Yeah, the goal is to reach a million
But I can't stop spendin' (Let's go)
On my right
I got two bitches and a Glock fifty
(Let's go)
BM baby daddy keep on talkin' real silly
(Pussy)
I'll shoot this bitch up on Father's Day
Nigga play with me (Pussy)
Shooter with me green dot you
He poppin' out a Bentley (Ghost)
The gangster lane not for you, baby boy
You movin' fishy (Talk to 'em)