TROPHIES
Really can't complain if you don't know me
Me and gang keep it lowkey
Fuck if I could hang, niggas banging with phonies
Shit's lame and below me
I've been in my lane, got stains where my toes be
Get kicked if you came to dethrone me
Spliff lit, you're the strain in my oz
I got a big grip on the bank and the trophies
Really can't complain if you don't know me
Me and gang keep it lowkey
Fuck if I could hang, niggas banging with phonies
Shit's lame and below me
I've been in my lane, got stains where my toes be
Get kicked if you came to dethrone me
Spliff lit, you're the strain in my oz
I got a big grip on the bank and the trophies, nigga!
Not a care is flowing through my system
God appears whenever Zeus is spitting
Stop comparing if you're new, just listen
I'm top tier in every room I enter
No ignoring this, bitch I was born to win
I won't conform to shit, fuck if they get the picture
Them boys are pissed, I see them forfeiting
Y'all sore? Well, bitch, I've been tough
Listen mister, go and kiss the ring
That's all you're getting, better than offing niggas
I'm not amused by all the talking nigga
I'd rather spark a spliff up and take a shot of liquor
Guess that's my cue, so let's get it
Yeah bitch, we're Litty, don't need your permission
Up in your city, running up them digits
Only a conflict if you ain't used to winning
Confusing the losers, yeah
This juice is exclusive, yeah
We're true to the movement, yeah
Stay schooling the students, yeah
Class is in session, study the god
Bask in my presence, bitch I'm a star
Them rappers in question ain't shining at all
Really can't complain if you don't know me
Me and gang keep it lowkey
Fuck if I could hang, niggas banging with phonies
Shit's lame and below me
I've been in my lane, got stains where my toes be
Get kicked if you came to dethrone me
Spliff lit, you're the strain in my oz
I got a big grip on the bank and the trophies, nigga!
Been bidding my time
So pardon if I should shine little brighter
This beat cassava, see
Moody grim quick to reap
Cadaver
l eat like Dahmer
My miss little momma
My ink is lava
Flows razor sharper
But see, Moody grim he quick to switch his barber
Mamma Mia, boy don't get mistake for Abba
Sippin' sangria, sitting somewhere proper like
I see your mind
I see your essence
I see your essence
I see your mind
Why you so fine?
Why you so extra?
Come my direction
Wasting my time
Be my little vibe
Girl you probably got friends who can
Show me a good time
You could tie both hands still I'm
Shooting like Kawhi
Like a Teabo plan, told her kick her old guy
Girl, you know I
Really can't complain if you don't know me
Me and gang keep it lowkey
Fuck if I could hang, niggas banging with phonies
Shit's lame and below me
I've been in my lane, got stains where my toes be
Get kicked if you came to dethrone me
Spliff lit, you're the strain in my oz
I got a big grip on the bank and the trophies, nigga!
Really can't complain if you don't know me
Me and gang keep it lowkey
Fuck if I could hang, niggas banging with phonies
Shit's lame and below me
I've been in my lane, got stains where my toes be
Get kicked if you came to dethrone me
Spliff lit, you're the strain in my oz
I got a big grip on the bank and the trophies
Me and gang keep it lowkey
Fuck if I could hang, niggas banging with phonies
Shit's lame and below me
I've been in my lane, got stains where my toes be
Get kicked if you came to dethrone me
Spliff lit, you're the strain in my oz
I got a big grip on the bank and the trophies
Really can't complain if you don't know me
Me and gang keep it lowkey
Fuck if I could hang, niggas banging with phonies
Shit's lame and below me
I've been in my lane, got stains where my toes be
Get kicked if you came to dethrone me
Spliff lit, you're the strain in my oz
I got a big grip on the bank and the trophies, nigga!
Not a care is flowing through my system
God appears whenever Zeus is spitting
Stop comparing if you're new, just listen
I'm top tier in every room I enter
No ignoring this, bitch I was born to win
I won't conform to shit, fuck if they get the picture
Them boys are pissed, I see them forfeiting
Y'all sore? Well, bitch, I've been tough
Listen mister, go and kiss the ring
That's all you're getting, better than offing niggas
I'm not amused by all the talking nigga
I'd rather spark a spliff up and take a shot of liquor
Guess that's my cue, so let's get it
Yeah bitch, we're Litty, don't need your permission
Up in your city, running up them digits
Only a conflict if you ain't used to winning
Confusing the losers, yeah
This juice is exclusive, yeah
We're true to the movement, yeah
Stay schooling the students, yeah
Class is in session, study the god
Bask in my presence, bitch I'm a star
Them rappers in question ain't shining at all
Really can't complain if you don't know me
Me and gang keep it lowkey
Fuck if I could hang, niggas banging with phonies
Shit's lame and below me
I've been in my lane, got stains where my toes be
Get kicked if you came to dethrone me
Spliff lit, you're the strain in my oz
I got a big grip on the bank and the trophies, nigga!
Been bidding my time
So pardon if I should shine little brighter
This beat cassava, see
Moody grim quick to reap
Cadaver
l eat like Dahmer
My miss little momma
My ink is lava
Flows razor sharper
But see, Moody grim he quick to switch his barber
Mamma Mia, boy don't get mistake for Abba
Sippin' sangria, sitting somewhere proper like
I see your mind
I see your essence
I see your essence
I see your mind
Why you so fine?
Why you so extra?
Come my direction
Wasting my time
Be my little vibe
Girl you probably got friends who can
Show me a good time
You could tie both hands still I'm
Shooting like Kawhi
Like a Teabo plan, told her kick her old guy
Girl, you know I
Really can't complain if you don't know me
Me and gang keep it lowkey
Fuck if I could hang, niggas banging with phonies
Shit's lame and below me
I've been in my lane, got stains where my toes be
Get kicked if you came to dethrone me
Spliff lit, you're the strain in my oz
I got a big grip on the bank and the trophies, nigga!
Really can't complain if you don't know me
Me and gang keep it lowkey
Fuck if I could hang, niggas banging with phonies
Shit's lame and below me
I've been in my lane, got stains where my toes be
Get kicked if you came to dethrone me
Spliff lit, you're the strain in my oz
I got a big grip on the bank and the trophies
Credits
Writer(s): Ricardo Germain
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