Getting Over (feat. Tito)

Why you keep thinking you got over Lil bitch
We outside getting switches we go put them on them bliccs
Who that thinking that shit sweet think we forgot about that bitch
Hang that telly up why you on there speaking on the clicc
You ain't gang gang you ain't tryna catch a body bitch
I get mood swings i hate hoes but damn I love my bitch
Fucc a silencer potato make hash browns and grits
We go fucc around and lay low then pop out with the shits

Uh uhhhh yea they like that
My dawg ask when he serve his sentence you go write bacc
Beat that case get out that cell then he go right bacc
My folk be tripping he just step on shit like floor mats
Double up my cup again someone let the plug in
Ian got no fuccing friends just gang and my cousins
Ion play the middle man I eat off every onion
Got the sticcs from foreign men this chopper shoot in Russian
Like nigga huh, WHAT Lil bitch this ain't a joke
Can't act like you won't smoke and then you Choke
Can't say that you 4L and don't throw fours
Can't say you been through hell and yo heart cold
Can't say you ain't no hoe and be a hoe

Why you keep thinking you got over Lil bitch
We outside getting switches we go put them on them bliccs
Who that thinking that shit sweet think we forgot about that bitch
Hang that telly up why you on there speaking on the clicc
You ain't gang gang you ain't tryna catch a body bitch
I get mood swings i hate hoes but damn I love my bitch
Fucc a silencer potato make hash browns with grits
We go fucc around and lay low then pop out with the shits

Uhhhh
It's Tito
Why you keep thinking I won't smacc you lil bitch?
Bro got strap, it got a beam like it won't clap you lil bitch
Talking choppy on the net, thought we forgot about that shit?

You gone fucc around, and get put in box cuz we don't play round
These hoes think they viral, but I stomped that hoe out on play ground
You see me I throw C's and D's, I told y'all I was Dave bound
Put the choppa to a nigga throat, fucc he gone say now

You a lame lame
Nigga keep on calling me a bitch
Yea I got mood swangs
I hate niggas
Ain't my sis
THEN FUCC that Bitch
Tell em hop off
Bro he got a blicc it take yo top off
It only take a gram or half a bricc to get you knocc'd off

Why you keep thinking you got over Lil bitch
We outside getting switches we go put them on them bliccs
Who that thinking that shit sweet think we forgot about that bitch
Hang that telly up why you on there speaking on the clicc
You ain't gang gang you ain't tryna catch a body bitch
I get mood swings i hate hoes but damn I love my bitch
Fucc a silencer potato make hash browns and grits
We go fucc around and lay low then pop out with the shits

Like uhhhh yea they like that



Credits
Writer(s): Tito Ramirez
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