Fit
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
(Ooh) I spilled Henny all on my fit
(Ooh) Phew, you know we finna send a hit
(Ooh) Uh, roll off that shit, it got us lit
(Ooh) My phone ringin', that might be yo' bitch callin' it
(Ooh) I spilled Henny all on my fit
(Ooh) Phew, you know we finna send a hit
(Ooh) Uh, roll off that shit, it got us lit
(Ooh) My phone ringin', that might be yo' bitch callin' it
Not walkin' straight, I see black and white
Uh, grip the toolie, bitch, I grab it tight
Tecky; it got me in love, psh
Clip extended, better run, phew
All of that shit, bitch, we never show mercy
You think you played me? Bitch, you cannot hurt me
Dollars on pesos on pounds on euros
This shit is a movie, no Robert DeNiro
DANTE?; he gave me the beat
Ayy, I fuck on yo' B, you see?
I gave her my D and we popped us an E
She like to eff, bitch, you know I'm a G
You shootin' up H, you see red in my eyes
'Cause I'm off the J's, okay, take you an L
Make me an M and oh
I'm all in her P, huh
My youngin' shootin' right on cue
Bitch, yeah, that's just how they are
Yeah, I was wit' yo' bitch
P.S., I'm finna spill some tea
Yeah, 'cause she fuckin' with me, she not fuckin' with you
Yeah, that's how I be, on the belt; Louis V
Only W's, I'm takin' no losses
We pop us some X and we smokin' the mosses
Like, why you smokin' that Reggie?
I'm smokin' that Z, yeah, that zaza
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck, let me holler
Bitch, we got the sticks like it's hockey, the sticks like it's Pocky
Lil' bitch, you cannot stop me
I'm rollin' off double cup, bitch, I be doin' that Wocky talking
My youngin's; I know that they got me
You talkin' through the wire, shit sound like a walkie talkie, huh
(Ooh) I spilled Henny all on my fit
(Ooh) Phew, you know we finna send a hit
(Ooh) Uh, roll off that shit, it got us lit
(Ooh) My phone ringin', that might be yo' bitch callin' it
(Ooh) I spilled Henny all on my fit
(Ooh) Phew, you know we finna send a hit
(Ooh) Uh, roll off that shit, it got us lit
(Ooh) My phone ringin', that might be yo' bitch callin' it
Drunk in love, the haters can drown in sorrow
They jealous they can't get to our level
We push this shit into high gear and never stall
You talk all this shit but what you really gonna do?
The reason we are successful is 'cause we take the action
We put in the time for this passion, make sure the fans get the satisfaction
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
(Ooh) I spilled Henny all on my fit
(Ooh) Phew, you know we finna send a hit
(Ooh) Uh, roll off that shit, it got us lit
(Ooh) My phone ringin', that might be yo' bitch callin' it
(Ooh) I spilled Henny all on my fit
(Ooh) Phew, you know we finna send a hit
(Ooh) Uh, roll off that shit, it got us lit
(Ooh) My phone ringin', that might be yo' bitch callin' it
Not walkin' straight, I see black and white
Uh, grip the toolie, bitch, I grab it tight
Tecky; it got me in love, psh
Clip extended, better run, phew
All of that shit, bitch, we never show mercy
You think you played me? Bitch, you cannot hurt me
Dollars on pesos on pounds on euros
This shit is a movie, no Robert DeNiro
DANTE?; he gave me the beat
Ayy, I fuck on yo' B, you see?
I gave her my D and we popped us an E
She like to eff, bitch, you know I'm a G
You shootin' up H, you see red in my eyes
'Cause I'm off the J's, okay, take you an L
Make me an M and oh
I'm all in her P, huh
My youngin' shootin' right on cue
Bitch, yeah, that's just how they are
Yeah, I was wit' yo' bitch
P.S., I'm finna spill some tea
Yeah, 'cause she fuckin' with me, she not fuckin' with you
Yeah, that's how I be, on the belt; Louis V
Only W's, I'm takin' no losses
We pop us some X and we smokin' the mosses
Like, why you smokin' that Reggie?
I'm smokin' that Z, yeah, that zaza
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck, let me holler
Bitch, we got the sticks like it's hockey, the sticks like it's Pocky
Lil' bitch, you cannot stop me
I'm rollin' off double cup, bitch, I be doin' that Wocky talking
My youngin's; I know that they got me
You talkin' through the wire, shit sound like a walkie talkie, huh
(Ooh) I spilled Henny all on my fit
(Ooh) Phew, you know we finna send a hit
(Ooh) Uh, roll off that shit, it got us lit
(Ooh) My phone ringin', that might be yo' bitch callin' it
(Ooh) I spilled Henny all on my fit
(Ooh) Phew, you know we finna send a hit
(Ooh) Uh, roll off that shit, it got us lit
(Ooh) My phone ringin', that might be yo' bitch callin' it
Drunk in love, the haters can drown in sorrow
They jealous they can't get to our level
We push this shit into high gear and never stall
You talk all this shit but what you really gonna do?
The reason we are successful is 'cause we take the action
We put in the time for this passion, make sure the fans get the satisfaction
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Writer(s): Michael Pastrana
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