g.i. joe - lil gotit lyrics
[chorus]
wanna be hood baby, then come join
rockin’ gucci socks with air force ones
poppin’ big sh*t, yeah, i’m the one
lock in the pots and we beat ’em off the stove
gotit talk to ’em, all this drip i’m pursuin’
if my brother got beef, i’m chewin’
thirty*three shots, lil’ n*gga, patrick ewing
i’d rather f*ck her friend ‘fore i leave her alone
insecure ’bout a b*tch? no
ridin’ with the sticks like g.i. joe
peep a n*gga game, n*gga, dead on the low
investin’ in the trap, got bags in the floor
everywhere i trap, got racks on the sofa
n*gga too close, you ain’t hear the car beep
back*up camera, yeah [?] got me
cameras on the truck, tv gon’ see
when i head to the shows, sb with me
[verse 1]
wipe a n*gga down, that’s [?][0:47]
mama so proud we on tv
pearls ’round my neck, them ccs
the label cut the check, run the bag by me
move all the hate so i can see
neck on froze, that’s zero degrees
reached all my goals, i’ma [?]
i don’t give a f*ck if she stay or she leave
yeah, i’m a born superstar
young n*gga sh*t, i was ridin’ in a porsche
know about me, hundred shots, get aborted
now they want no smoke, now they ass tryna sort it
b*tches gettin’ crunk, yeah, i hit ’em with a cover
bank account long, lotta zeros, lotta commas
a n*gga stand where he get hit, gon’ stumble
real g.o.a.t. sh*t, i’ma teach you to do numbers
[chorus]
wanna be hood baby, then come join
rockin’ gucci socks with air force ones
poppin’ big sh*t, yeah, i’m the one
lock in the pots and we beat ’em off the stove
gotit talk to ’em, all this drip i’m pursuin’
if my brother got beef, i’m chewin’
thirty*three shots, lil’ n*gga, patrick ewing
i’d rather f*ck her friend ‘fore i leave her alone
insecure ’bout a b*tch? no
ridin’ with the sticks like g.i. joe
peep a n*gga game, n*gga, dead on the low
investin’ in the trap, got bags in the floor
everywhere i trap, got racks on the sofa
n*gga too close, you ain’t hear the car beep
back*up camera, yeah [?] got me
cameras on the truck, tv gon’ see
when i head to the shows, sb with me
[verse 2]
i want millions, millions and trillions
a lot of hundreds, old hundreds to the ceilin’
they fakin’, they flodgin’, they dodgin’ all the realest
supercharged truck gon’ catch you, n*gga, in an instant
back then, n*gga ain’t have too much
now everything i do go up
i don’t never hate, just wish luck
from opps, yeah, up and it’s stuck
mind on the murder
yeah, about me, hood babies in a hurry
runnin’ up a bag, yeah, jumpin’ over hurdles
i’m gon’ cop the wraith with the mothaf*ckin’ curtains
[chorus]
wanna be hood baby, then come join
rockin’ gucci socks with air force ones
poppin’ big sh*t, yeah, i’m the one
lock in the pots and we beat ’em off the stove
gotit talk to ’em, all this drip i’m pursuin’
if my brother got beef, i’m chewin’
thirty*three shots, lil’ n*gga, patrick ewing
i’d rather f*ck her friend ‘fore i leave her alone
insecure ’bout a b*tch? no
ridin’ with the sticks like g.i. joe
peep a n*gga game, n*gga, dead on the low
investin’ in the trap, got bags in the floor
everywhere i trap, got racks on the sofa
n*gga too close, you ain’t hear the car beep
back*up camera, yeah [?] got me
cameras on the truck, tv gon’ see
when i head to the shows, sb with me
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