Lil Gotit, Zack Slime Fr - I Told Em lyrics
Lil Gotit [Semaja Zair Render] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Gotit, Zack Slime Fr - I Told Em lyrics]
Gotit i slime for real
Run that back Turbo
I told 'em the Maybach, we here
The stars in the roof and I call
'em big dippers
I told 'em his bitch in the VIP
She lovin' the drip 'cause
She fuck with drippers
My money stacked tall like some stairs
She actin' real stupid while I'm
Fuckin' her real good
So I might take her chains, oh well
They don't want smoke 'cause
We shootin' out missiles
Top dollar, top shawty
Yeah they droppin' shells
From Atlanta where the gunner was
Sent through the mail
AK eat your face like a
Plate of fuckin' carrots
Got the streets on lock
Like a motherfucking cell
That boy ain't gettin' no money
Different ways, baguettes junction
I gotta slime in countries
This shit right here ain't promised
Hood baby stunt the trenches
More money, my palm is itchin'
Big duty, sit on inches
New hood baby chain, it glisten
It don't take none to listen
Alone, not friendly
Free slimes out the penitentry
Boy he ain't reminiscing
Keep the shooters up
I don't know 'bout you
Everybody know I go hard when I do
I took my tears, put 'em in my juice, yeah
It's a hood baby life so
I ain't got no rules
Couldn't hear the bullshit like I hit snooze
All I know is win, ain't heard of lose
'Boutta sit on your ass
Lil' boy you a fool
It's crazy, all I think about is millions
Glizzy gang ready to shake the building
Water by G, yeah this chain expensive
Take it from me, yeah, this Rollie bossy
I told 'em the Maybach, we here
The stars in the roof and
I call 'em big dippers
I told 'em his bitch in the VIP
She lovin' the drip 'cause
She fuck with drippers
My money stacked tall like some stairs
She actin' real stupid while I'm
Fuckin' her real good
So I might take her chains, oh well
They don't want smoke 'cause
We shootin' out missiles
Top dollar, top shawty
Yeah they droppin' shells
From Atlanta where the gunner was
Sent through the mail
AK eat your face like a
Plate of fuckin' carrots
Got the streets on lock
Like a motherfucking cell
That boy ain't gettin' no money
Different ways, baguettes junction
I gotta slime in countries
This shit right here ain't promised
I just came from shit, now I'm finally lit
I put diamonds on my neck and on my wrists
See I keep losin' all my
Day ones, to the streets, yeah
Long live and Lil Rudy
We was ridin' cars from night that he mad
If a nigga see twelve then we speedin'
All those shot come out that
Stick and now he bleedin'
Go and get that shit yourself, no handouts
No leechin' see me
I been told Lil Gotit we gon' make it out
Free, he behind that wall, he finna mess out
Free all my slimes behind that wall
Yeah they on the way
Yeah a nigga steady, steady prayin'
Yeah for better days
I told 'em the Maybach, we here
The stars in the roof and
I call 'em big dippers
I told 'em his bitch in the VIP
She lovin' the drip 'cause
She fuck with drippers
My money stacked tall like some stairs
She actin' real stupid while I'm
Fuckin' her real good
So I might take her chains, oh well
They don't want smoke 'cause
We shootin' out missiles
Top dollar, top shawty
Yeah they droppin' shells
From Atlanta where the gunner was
Sent through the mail
AK eat your face like a
Plate of fuckin' carrots
Got the streets on lock
Like a motherfucking cell
That boy ain't gettin' no money
Different ways, baguettes junction
I gotta slime in countries
This shit right here ain't promised
Run that back Turbo
I told 'em the Maybach, we here
The stars in the roof and I call
'em big dippers
I told 'em his bitch in the VIP
She lovin' the drip 'cause
She fuck with drippers
My money stacked tall like some stairs
She actin' real stupid while I'm
Fuckin' her real good
So I might take her chains, oh well
They don't want smoke 'cause
We shootin' out missiles
Top dollar, top shawty
Yeah they droppin' shells
From Atlanta where the gunner was
Sent through the mail
AK eat your face like a
Plate of fuckin' carrots
Got the streets on lock
Like a motherfucking cell
That boy ain't gettin' no money
Different ways, baguettes junction
I gotta slime in countries
This shit right here ain't promised
Hood baby stunt the trenches
More money, my palm is itchin'
Big duty, sit on inches
New hood baby chain, it glisten
It don't take none to listen
Alone, not friendly
Free slimes out the penitentry
Boy he ain't reminiscing
Keep the shooters up
I don't know 'bout you
Everybody know I go hard when I do
I took my tears, put 'em in my juice, yeah
It's a hood baby life so
I ain't got no rules
Couldn't hear the bullshit like I hit snooze
All I know is win, ain't heard of lose
'Boutta sit on your ass
Lil' boy you a fool
It's crazy, all I think about is millions
Glizzy gang ready to shake the building
Water by G, yeah this chain expensive
Take it from me, yeah, this Rollie bossy
I told 'em the Maybach, we here
The stars in the roof and
I call 'em big dippers
I told 'em his bitch in the VIP
She lovin' the drip 'cause
She fuck with drippers
My money stacked tall like some stairs
She actin' real stupid while I'm
Fuckin' her real good
So I might take her chains, oh well
They don't want smoke 'cause
We shootin' out missiles
Top dollar, top shawty
Yeah they droppin' shells
From Atlanta where the gunner was
Sent through the mail
AK eat your face like a
Plate of fuckin' carrots
Got the streets on lock
Like a motherfucking cell
That boy ain't gettin' no money
Different ways, baguettes junction
I gotta slime in countries
This shit right here ain't promised
I just came from shit, now I'm finally lit
I put diamonds on my neck and on my wrists
See I keep losin' all my
Day ones, to the streets, yeah
Long live and Lil Rudy
We was ridin' cars from night that he mad
If a nigga see twelve then we speedin'
All those shot come out that
Stick and now he bleedin'
Go and get that shit yourself, no handouts
No leechin' see me
I been told Lil Gotit we gon' make it out
Free, he behind that wall, he finna mess out
Free all my slimes behind that wall
Yeah they on the way
Yeah a nigga steady, steady prayin'
Yeah for better days
I told 'em the Maybach, we here
The stars in the roof and
I call 'em big dippers
I told 'em his bitch in the VIP
She lovin' the drip 'cause
She fuck with drippers
My money stacked tall like some stairs
She actin' real stupid while I'm
Fuckin' her real good
So I might take her chains, oh well
They don't want smoke 'cause
We shootin' out missiles
Top dollar, top shawty
Yeah they droppin' shells
From Atlanta where the gunner was
Sent through the mail
AK eat your face like a
Plate of fuckin' carrots
Got the streets on lock
Like a motherfucking cell
That boy ain't gettin' no money
Different ways, baguettes junction
I gotta slime in countries
This shit right here ain't promised