Lit
I'm done with fuck shit
Fuck these niggas and these bitches
YEAH
Sam G
The Native Spitta
LIT LIT LIT LIT
Its time to get this bitch lit now turn it up
You know that I'ma represent yeah thats a must
I'm tired of the fake shit these niggas done
And these bitches ain't no better nigga don't give em love
I'm strictly bout that paper nigga just want the cash
And I don't want no relations hoe just want that ass
Smokin on the finest herb homie I got that gas
If you think you competition with me get body bagged bitch nigga
I came in the game on some coo shit but these niggas got Hollywood to quick
O'Shea mixed with Eric the way that am lynching these niggas consider it Ruthless
Sam G be going so stupid but my rhymes don't be leaving you clueless
The hardest native spitta came in the game with a victory I don't know losing
Got niggas bitches steady choosing on a native cuz I got the sauce
Flyer then a fuckin eagle feather city scared of me cuz they know I'm better
All I want is my recognition Two-Sides no repetition
Haters got you when you sit and listen but stackin money been my daily mission
Really turn up they just baby sitting Joker straight jacket I'm a crazy native
All that fake act ain't persuasive flipped the script
Changing pages to make it famous huhhh
Fuck that just stack never subtract just add good math in a book bag
Native Spitta be the man in the Mid-West what you think is next
Its time to get this bitch lit now turn it up
You know that I'ma represent yeah thats a must
I'm tired of the fake shit these niggas done
And these bitches ain't no better nigga don't give em love
I'm strictly bout that paper nigga just want the cash
And I don't want no relations hoe just want that ass
Smokin on the finest herb homie I got that gas
If you think you competition with me get body bagged bitch nigga
Niggas actin like they really bout some unity
I read your persona and all that acting shit ain't foolin me
Niggas can't even give you the proper hand shake
And lookin every direction but in yo damn face
Been 10 toes down on the landscape man made
Working overtime no I can't break
At large on a rampage squad on the same thing throwing up the 2z
But naw I don't gang bang
Blowin on that fuse that kaboom yeah that boom
Talkin top flight shit swear I do it all the time
If the top right let her do what she want got her pushin the truck
While I'm pullin my blunt
Sofa trip as I soda sip now she under the influence so its over with
She wants to continue but its over with
I was told to never hold em less its poker chips
Tell her its a cold world as I coat her lips since ol girl road
The wave on some ownership
Dog a bitch like a dobermann its like I'm goin in the bathroom I can't hold it in
On my number 2 shit on them dudes baller move
When I hit the que quick pool stick drown a few
Coolant car fluid all my niggas drama full lose your life irresponsible... Bitch
Its time to get this bitch lit now turn it up
You know that I'ma represent yeah thats a must
I'm tired of the fake shit these niggas done
And these bitches aint no better nigga don't give em love
I'm strictly bout that paper nigga just want the cash
And I don't want no relations hoe just want that ass
Smokin on the finest herb homie I got that gas
If you think you competition with me get body bagged bitch nigga
Fuck these niggas and these bitches
YEAH
Sam G
The Native Spitta
LIT LIT LIT LIT
Its time to get this bitch lit now turn it up
You know that I'ma represent yeah thats a must
I'm tired of the fake shit these niggas done
And these bitches ain't no better nigga don't give em love
I'm strictly bout that paper nigga just want the cash
And I don't want no relations hoe just want that ass
Smokin on the finest herb homie I got that gas
If you think you competition with me get body bagged bitch nigga
I came in the game on some coo shit but these niggas got Hollywood to quick
O'Shea mixed with Eric the way that am lynching these niggas consider it Ruthless
Sam G be going so stupid but my rhymes don't be leaving you clueless
The hardest native spitta came in the game with a victory I don't know losing
Got niggas bitches steady choosing on a native cuz I got the sauce
Flyer then a fuckin eagle feather city scared of me cuz they know I'm better
All I want is my recognition Two-Sides no repetition
Haters got you when you sit and listen but stackin money been my daily mission
Really turn up they just baby sitting Joker straight jacket I'm a crazy native
All that fake act ain't persuasive flipped the script
Changing pages to make it famous huhhh
Fuck that just stack never subtract just add good math in a book bag
Native Spitta be the man in the Mid-West what you think is next
Its time to get this bitch lit now turn it up
You know that I'ma represent yeah thats a must
I'm tired of the fake shit these niggas done
And these bitches ain't no better nigga don't give em love
I'm strictly bout that paper nigga just want the cash
And I don't want no relations hoe just want that ass
Smokin on the finest herb homie I got that gas
If you think you competition with me get body bagged bitch nigga
Niggas actin like they really bout some unity
I read your persona and all that acting shit ain't foolin me
Niggas can't even give you the proper hand shake
And lookin every direction but in yo damn face
Been 10 toes down on the landscape man made
Working overtime no I can't break
At large on a rampage squad on the same thing throwing up the 2z
But naw I don't gang bang
Blowin on that fuse that kaboom yeah that boom
Talkin top flight shit swear I do it all the time
If the top right let her do what she want got her pushin the truck
While I'm pullin my blunt
Sofa trip as I soda sip now she under the influence so its over with
She wants to continue but its over with
I was told to never hold em less its poker chips
Tell her its a cold world as I coat her lips since ol girl road
The wave on some ownership
Dog a bitch like a dobermann its like I'm goin in the bathroom I can't hold it in
On my number 2 shit on them dudes baller move
When I hit the que quick pool stick drown a few
Coolant car fluid all my niggas drama full lose your life irresponsible... Bitch
Its time to get this bitch lit now turn it up
You know that I'ma represent yeah thats a must
I'm tired of the fake shit these niggas done
And these bitches aint no better nigga don't give em love
I'm strictly bout that paper nigga just want the cash
And I don't want no relations hoe just want that ass
Smokin on the finest herb homie I got that gas
If you think you competition with me get body bagged bitch nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Pacini Ii
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