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Lil Gotit & Lil Keed
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Lil Gotit & Yung Mal & Lil Quill & Guap Tarantino
Lil Gotit
Lil Gotit & Hoodrich Pablo Juan
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Lil Gotit & Guap Tarantino
Lil Gotit & Lil Duke
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Lil Gotit & Slimelife Shawty
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[Intro]
Young Santos
We some hood babies
Not like these other niggas, rap cap ass niggas, gay ass niggas
It's crazy but it's true
[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
All this drip on me
I got ice on me
Everything flea-nea-neak
I fucked up a pack in a week
I got it right back on my feet
Diamond chain chokin' me
Ballin' like Ginobili
Got squid right here
Take it to the Lear, know we get in the air
[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]
I'm in Wayne form
I put some cap on
Put you in your place, lay low
Exotic whips where I go, go carts
Last time when the engine start
You ain't tryna be hood baby, oh nah
Matte black nine-eleven
Whenever I slide, shawty with me
Scatch pack, slidin' behind me
I get this shit poppin', they dyin' about me
Pull up for that bag, I get it for low
I can't go to sleep 'til I get me some more
She talkin' real sexy, I get at her throat
Forever payed, I cannot go broke
Expensive shoes when I step on the floor
Got no drip, boy, your ass gotta go
[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
All this drip on me
I got ice on me
Everything flea-nea-neak
I fucked up a pack in a week
I got it right back on my feet
Diamond chain chokin' me
Ballin' like Ginobili
Got squid right here
Take it to the Lear, know we get in the air
[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Forty racks on me right now
Hundreds on me and they blueberry
Hundred thousand on one chain
Fifty thousand for the Sky Dweller plain
Put the pack in the trap like Husain
I can't wife you, lil' bitch, I ain't no lame
My vision get blurry, I just popped a xan
I'm drippin' in swag like first day of class
Tryna fuck from the back, that bitch gotta ass
My AP got brain freeze
Put the dope in the pot, we don't sell weed
Fifty rounds on me, chopper with the lemon squeeze
Stay by the dealers, robbers and junkies
I'm 'bout that money, I serve my own auntie
Cocoa butter, Chanel and Givency
Me and Lil Gotit throw racks on a Monday
We pop a nigga, my racks got bunions
[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
All this drip on me
I got ice on me
Everything flea-nea-neak
I fucked up a pack in a week
I got it right back on my feet
Diamond chain chokin' me
Ballin' like Ginobili
Got squid right here
Take it to the Lear, know we get in the air
On Me was written by Lil Gotit & Hoodrich Pablo Juan.
On Me was produced by GuerillaMusic.