Lil Gotit
I feel like Gotit
YSL on me, feel like Gotit
I'm fucking this bitch in the attic
Finna go get some food, like a salad
(Let's go, let's go)
Them hoes keep callin'
My bands keep fallin' out
Let's go to Paris
My hoes got manners, yeah
I feel like Gotit
YSL on me, feel like Gotit
I'm fucking this bitch in the attic
Finna go get some food, like a salad (Let's go, let's go)
Them hoes keep callin'
My bands keep fallin' out
Let's go to Paris
My hoes got manners, yeah
Choppa it attack, hoe
"Let's hit that opp", "Oh 10-4"
I'm getting bread like Panko
You ain't getting bags, oh hell no
My bitch ass shake like Jell-O
Mozzarella on me got queso
Finna go spray yo' block and yo' kinfolk
Put that Lil boy in Limbo
Yeah I made the beat, going solo
Make one Lil call
Let's roll on
I'm at church with my Gucci polo
Bitch on her knees
Got yo' hoe low
Can't fuck with you, man, cause you-
Can't fuck with you, man, cause you po-po
White hoe
(Snow bunny)
White hoe up and down like a yoyo
White hoe bounce that shit like a pogo
White hoe bounce that shit like a chocho
I feel like Gotit
YSL on me, feel like Gotit
I'm fucking this bitch in the attic
Finna go get some food, like a salad
(Let's go, let's go)
Them hoes keep callin'
My bands keep fallin' out
Let's go to Paris
My hoes got manners, yeah
YSL on me, feel like Gotit
I'm fucking this bitch in the attic
Finna go get some food, like a salad
(Let's go, let's go)
Them hoes keep callin'
My bands keep fallin' out
Let's go to Paris
My hoes got manners, yeah
I feel like Gotit
YSL on me, feel like Gotit
I'm fucking this bitch in the attic
Finna go get some food, like a salad (Let's go, let's go)
Them hoes keep callin'
My bands keep fallin' out
Let's go to Paris
My hoes got manners, yeah
Choppa it attack, hoe
"Let's hit that opp", "Oh 10-4"
I'm getting bread like Panko
You ain't getting bags, oh hell no
My bitch ass shake like Jell-O
Mozzarella on me got queso
Finna go spray yo' block and yo' kinfolk
Put that Lil boy in Limbo
Yeah I made the beat, going solo
Make one Lil call
Let's roll on
I'm at church with my Gucci polo
Bitch on her knees
Got yo' hoe low
Can't fuck with you, man, cause you-
Can't fuck with you, man, cause you po-po
White hoe
(Snow bunny)
White hoe up and down like a yoyo
White hoe bounce that shit like a pogo
White hoe bounce that shit like a chocho
I feel like Gotit
YSL on me, feel like Gotit
I'm fucking this bitch in the attic
Finna go get some food, like a salad
(Let's go, let's go)
Them hoes keep callin'
My bands keep fallin' out
Let's go to Paris
My hoes got manners, yeah
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Writer(s): Flavio Juarez
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