Litty lyrics

by

DaBaby


[Intro: DaBaby & Rich Dunk]
Okay
On God
(Twofold Jack, this fire)
n*gga, I'm the only n*gga in the city with one dread
pus*y-ass n*gga, the f*ck? Hahaha

[Chorus: Rich Dunk]
If you gon' spark up some sh*t, 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 f*ck?)
b*tch, I'm still ridin' and been hot for a minute (b*tch, it's hot)
I'ma still slide 'cause I been 'bout my business (I'ma slide)
Yeah, shoot out you lil' n*ggas trippin' (On God)
You know they shootin', but nobody hittin' (Soft ass)
Catch me in the mall, no security, I’m trippin' (Haha)
b*tch, how he a shooter, but he end up snitchin'? (On God)
We kick the front door, raid the house and get missin' (Get down)
b*tch, I go from zero to six, they in twenty (The f*ck?)
Don't talk about Fendi, you never been in it
Keep runnin' your mouth, well, that's how you be sayin' (Shh)
Shut the f*ck up, close your mouth and just chill it (Shut the f*ck up)
You’ll be out by morning if you f*ckin' listen (Haha)
They say how I know 'cause, lil' n*gga, I did it (Yeah)
She drive the boat 'cause she tryna get tipsy
[Verse: DaBaby]
Zoom, we on the jetskis in the winter (Zoom)
He got on an R&B, but the car full of killers (Go, the f*ck?)
See, n*gga, he not a member (The f*ck?)
Who the f*ck that they hidin'?
You can find me in the club like i’m 50
Before I sit down, lift my shirt, fix the blicky
You know that, hold that
Which one of y'all want a toe tag?
I been there before, where I go back (Go)
My b*tch a dancer (Dancer), I turn it up, got these hoes mad
I catch that ass when she throw that (Ooh)
I need a camera, Jesus himself put this 'fit on (Jesus)
Hop out the 'Vette with that sh*t on
They tried to step and got hit on (Hit)
Shots out that Maybach, let that b*tch go out the window (Brrt)
Make that b*tch sound like Pooh Shiesty
Tryna go through all these Nikes, I got them strikers
Try me, lil' n*gga, excite me
Strike me a n*gga like lightnin' (Doo, doo)
b*tch-ass n*gga, long live G

[Chorus: Rich Dunk & DaBaby]
If you gon' spark up some sh*t, 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 f*ck?)
b*tch, I'm still ridin' and been hot for a minute (b*tch, it's hot)
I'ma still slide 'cause I been 'bout my business (I'ma slide)
Yeah, shoot out you lil' n*ggas trippin' (On God)
You know they shootin', but nobody hittin' (Soft ass)
Catch me in the mall, no security, I’m trippin' (Haha)
b*tch, how he a shooter, but he end up snitchin'? (On God)
We kick the front door, raid the house and get missin' (Get down)
b*tch, I go from zero to six, they in twenty (The f*ck?)
Don't talk about Fendi, you never been in it
Keep runnin' your mouth, well, that's how you be sayin' (Shh)
Shut the f*ck up, close your mouth and just chill it (Shut the f*ck up)
You’ll be out by morning if you f*ckin' listen (Haha)
They say how I know 'cause, lil' n*gga, I did it (Yeah)
She drive the boat 'cause she tryna get tipsy
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