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Young Lito


[Intro]
It’s Young Lito, BSB
The future is here
Volume Six coming soon
A.k.a. The Lito Tape


[Verse]
n*ggas was moving too slow, I had to make me a lane
sh*t ain’t been the same since I got with Hovain
Now I’m fresh off tour, just jumped off the plane
And the first text I get is n*ggas saying I changed
A friend’s seeming fake to me now
I feel like they’re hating me now
I’m all on the radio and plus the internet
Well, it’s no escaping me now
I’m just a young playa going hard like a LA Shaq
Everything I do Epic, f*ck LA at?
I rhyme, plus I bang like a LA cat
And I be sh*tting on these tracks like the Subway rat
Bars ’ll burn your house, ho
Louis head to toe, a n*gga looking like Alpo
I ain’t running my mouth though
Up in the Porsche with my b*tch from the South, though
Horse on the whip, nah it ain’t Ralph though
I sway where I please
I grew up with killers and Gs
I used to sell Os in the Ps
[Not with the LEOs and naives?]
I’m after the cheese, but still watch my back for the Ds
Every track I do, I be killing this sh*t
Gotta watch my flows, n*ggas be stealing this sh*t
I speak for the hood and n*gga, I’m still in this sh*t
I do it for the young boys that’ll be drilling ‘n’ sh*t
But back to this money sh*t
My Philly b*tch says a n*gga on some nutty sh*t
She mad I’m pimping and she want me on some hubby sh*t
‘Miss you, good’, I ain’t with that lovey-dovey sh*t
She’ll be aight
Plus I got a hundred women I could see tonight
My lil’ bro said ‘Damn, man you need a wife’
Yo I’m just living life
I’ve been fly since pedal bikes
Man a n*gga used to peddle Vic
I’m on fire, this is what the devil like
A n*gga try to front, I’m ‘a show him what the metal like
I ain’t really into fights, I’m not in the ring
If you front, I’m ‘a shoot, I am not gonna swing
You can look at your boy and say I’m doing my thing
These Cubans don’t speak Spanish, n*gga they just bling
n*ggas trailing about hobby sh*t, I’m just after the green
I’m a machine, matter of fact—I am a king, n*gga


[Outro]
Somethin’ like
BSB sh*t
Volume Six on the way, motherf*cker
Uh, these n*ggas can’t f*ck with your boy
These n*ggas can’t f*ck with the boy
These n*ggas can’t f*ck with your boy

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