Rich Dunk, DaBaby - Litty lyrics

Okay on God (Twofold Jack, this fire)
Nigga, I'm the only nigga in
The city with one dread
Pussy-ass nigga, the fuck? Hahaha

If you gon' spark up some shit, make it litty
(Grraw) glock 17 and Gen5 with a titty
(Baow, baow, baow) that's fifty rounds
I don't think that he with me (On God)
Sold the FN and went back, got the Glizzy
(The fuck?) bitch, I'm still ridin' and been
Hot for a minute (Bitch, it's hot)
I'ma still slide 'cause I
Been 'bout my business (I'ma slide)
Yeah, shoot out you lil' niggas trippin'
(On God)
You know they shootin', but nobody hittin'
(Soft ass) catch me in the mall
On some Cury young trippin' (Haha)
Bitch, how he a shooter
But he end up snitchin'? (On God)
We kick the front door
Raid the house and get missin' (Get down)
Bitch, I go from zero to six, they in twenty
(The fuck?)
Don't talk about Fendi, you never been in it
Keep runnin' your mouth, well
That's how you be sayin' (Shh)
Shut the fuck up
Close your mouth if it's killin'
(Shut the fuck up)
You read about morning if you fuckin' listen
(Haha)
They say how I know 'cause, lil' nigga
I did it (yeah)
She drive the boat 'cause she tryna get tipsy

Zoom, we on the jetskis in the winter (Zoom)
He got on an R&B, but the car full of killers
(Go, the fuck?)
See, nigga, he not a member (The fuck?)
Who the fuck that they hidin'?
You can't buy me in the cloth like I'm fifty
Before I sit down
Let my shirt face the blick
You know that, hold that
Which one of y'all want a toe tag?
I been there before, where I go back (Go)
My bitch a dancer
(Dancer) , I turn it up, got these hoes mad
I catch that ass when she throw that (O oh)
I need a camera
Jesus himself put this 'fit on (Jesus)
Hop out the 'Vette with that shit on
They tried to step and got hit on (Hit)
Shots out that Maybach
Let that bitch go out the window (Brrt)
Make that bitch sound like Pooh Shiesty
Tryna go through all these Nikes
I got them strikers
Try me, lil' nigga, excite me
Strike me a nigga like lightnin' (Doo, doo)
Bitch-ass nigga, long live G

If you gon' spark up some shit, make it litty
(Grraw) glock 17 and Gen5 with a titty
(Go, baow, baow, baow) that's fifty rounds
I don't think that he with me (On God)
Sold the FN and went back, got the Glizzy
(Go, the fuck?)
Bitch, I'm still ridin' and been
Hot for a minute (Bitch, it's hot)
I'ma still slide 'cause I
Been 'bout my business (I'ma slide)
Yeah, shoot out you lil' niggas trippin'
(On God)
You know they shootin', but nobody hittin'
(Soft ass) catch me in the mall
On some Cury young trippin' (Haha)
Bitch, how he a shooter
But he end up snitchin'? (On God)
We kick the front door
Raid the house and get missin' (Get down)
Bitch, I go from zero to six, they in twenty
(The fuck?)
Don't talk about Fendi, you never been in it
Keep runnin' your mouth, well
That's how you be sayin' (Shh)
Shut the fuck up
Close your mouth if it's killin'
(Shut the fuck up)
You read about morning if you fuckin' listen
(Haha)
They say how I know 'cause, lil' nigga
I did it (yeah)
She drive the boat 'cause she tryna get tipsy