Lil Bitch
Why you calling my phon
Thought I told you
Not to hit me up
I'm In my zone
Moving too fast
I smell fresh check the cologne
All these women love me
That's the reason
They be blowing my phone
I get it I go
I get it I go
I get it i

Lil bitch
Why you calling my phone
Thought I told you
Not to hit me up
I'm In my zone
Moving too fast
I smell fresh check the cologne
All these women love me
That's the reason
They be blowing my phone
I get it I go
I get it I go
I get it I

Niggas act funny
Keep a distance
I'm a real soldier on a mission
Pull up at your block
Leave you missing
Came here for the bag
I might take it with your mrs
Show any yungin
Who can do it like
This please
Shit Is fabricated
Bout to break into pieces
You pulled up in a foreign
And I pulled in a Nissan
They tryna bite my style
And I'm tryna make em listen

They use me for clout
And they think I don't know
In love with some women
I don't even know
Is it better to cutt em
Or treat em like foes
They can't fuck with my lanez
So I shoot at they toes
It ain't better to love em
So I let em go
It ain't better to trust em
I keep em on hold
And they know that I got it
My pockets on load
And I'm straight from the danjhan
You Die by a post
Boyy they shot at his face
Little boy couldn't pose
If they looking
For me disappear
Like a Ghost
With finnesse I'm a killer
Address as couch
I just chill on my couch
While smoking some ounce
Give a fuck bout bout a dollar
I need me a pound
And I swear on my mom
They can't fuck with sound
I just chill on my couch
While smoking some ounce
And I swear on my mom
They can't fuck with sound

Lil bitch
Why you calling my phone
Thought I told you
Not to hit me up
I'm In my zone
Moving too fast
I smell fresh
Check the cologne
All these women love me
That's the reason
They be blowing my phone
I get it I go
I get it I go
I get it i

Lil bitch
Why you calling my phone
Thought I told you
Not to hit me up
I'm In my zone
Moving too fast
I smell fresh
Check the cologne
All these women love me
That's the reason
They be blowing my phone
I get it I go
I get it I go
I get it i

Tryna make a classic
With no features
Boyy I made a classic
With no features
Izzy on the beat
He got Jesus
If you double cross
He gon shot you at your foetus
Came for the three's like the lakers,
Bakers
Two fingers in the air peace sign
For the haters
If this life a game then
I'm playing for takers
They do this for the views
And I do it for the paper
Haaaa

Hold up right there
Can you bring it right back
I drag a beat when I hope
On a track
They depend on muthi
To come up with slaps
But they ain't in my class
They can't note what I pad
Smoke in raps they can't ash
What I pass
Don't tell bout mashpits
I came here to spazz
You softer than fabric
I hang you with perks
Just pop me the bottles
And keep all your perks

Hold up right there
Can you bring it right back
I drag a beat when I hope
On a track
They depend on muthi
To come up with slaps
But they ain"in my class
They can't note what I pad
Smoke in raps they can't ash
What I pass
Don't tell bout mashpits
I came here to spazz
You softer than fabric
I hang you with perks
Just pop me the bottles
And keep all your perks