Young Polo G - Litty

They callin me Playboy I be feelin like Carti
I got a bitch that came with bitch that’s built like a Barbie
I need me a Ari no I need me a Rari You having a kick back if I come it’s a party
You ain’t with us us us I be feeling like Cochise yea
You fuck niggas woozy yea
Cause your girlie is choosy yea
She bad and she bougie yea
Her body in Gucci yea
I’m tryna get nasty nasty
I’m feelin like Boosie yea
I played with a ouija yea I seen the devil I’m feelin like Uzi yea
You talkin so stupid yea
The hating is useless yea
I am not them I’m feelin like Em
I’m bout to just lose it Yea
It’s time to groovy yea
My life is a movie yea
I got cha bitch she wetter than water I call her jacuzzi yea
Claiming you got the juice you gotta be dreamin and stuck in a lucid yea
If it’s for the team I’m pullin some strings like it’s an acoustic yea
Niggas be cap I’m really in tune with all of this music yea
I just leave you lame ass haters on the outside
Bank roll heavy when I flex it leave her mouth wide
I’m a fucking star I swear I’m litty like a house fire
I don’t trust a soul that’s the reason I don’t doubt liars
I just leave you lame ass haters on the outside
Bank roll heavy when I flex it leave her mouth wide
I’m a fucking star I swear I’m litty like a house fire
I don’t trust a soul that’s the reason I don’t doubt liars
Girls goin wild with her friends and she topless
Shawty made a mess ironically she left it spotless
I had niggas fearin 730 when I dropped it
How the hell you trappin if you rollin up ya profit
How you gettin money from yo mama crib stop it
Talkin shit but when you see me what you sayin not shit
How you wanna be friends and then a opp nigga watch it
I hope you think I’m chicken with this pistol ima’ cock it
I just bought AP I need 10 of dem
Most of you sounding like synonyms
If we leaving yo block ima’ spin again
I might just bust at you Zimmerman
I’m stepping like I got on timberlands
I play the game like a instrument
We not the same I’m too intricate
We can not ever be friends again
You fuck niggas lame you thinking you gangster knowin’ you sweeter than cinnamon
You here to save these hoes I get it but what you gone do when the villain win
I’m trying run up these motherfuckin’ numbers so I really can see a million
All my plans to be wealthy are brilliant
YPG nigga I’m too resilient yea
I just leave you lame ass haters on the outside
Bank roll heavy when I flex it leave her mouth wide
I’m a fucking star I swear I’m litty like a house fire
I don’t trust a soul that’s the reason I don’t doubt liars
I just leave you lame ass haters on the outside
Bank roll heavy when I flex it leave her mouth wide
I’m a fucking star I swear I’m litty like a house fire
I don’t trust a soul that’s the reason I don’t doubt liars

Written by:
Marco Pearson Jr

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