Litty

[Intro: DaBaby & Rich Dunk]
Okay
On God
(Twofold Jack, this fire)
Nigga, I'm the only nigga in the city with one dread
Pussy-ass nigga, the fuck? Hahaha

[Chorus: Rich Dunk]
If you gon' spark up some shit, make it litty (Grraw)
Glock 17 and Gen5 with a titty (Baow, baow, baow)
That's fifty rounds, I don't think that he with me (On God)
Sold the FN and went back, got the glizzy (The fuck?)
Bitch, I'm still ridin' and been hot for a minute (Bitch, it's hot)
I'ma still slide 'cause I been 'bout my business (I'ma slide)
Yeah, shoot out you lil' niggas trippin' (On God)
You know they shootin', but nobody hittin' (Soft ass)
Catch me in the mall, no security, I’m trippin' (Haha)
Bitch, how he a shooter, but he end up snitchin'? (On God)
We kick the front door, raid the house and get missin' (Get down)
Bitch, I go from zero to six, they in twenty (The fuck?)
Don't talk about Fendi, you never been in it
Keep runnin' your mouth, well, that's how you be sayin' (Shh)
Shut the fuck up, close your mouth and just chill it (Shut the fuck up)
You’ll be out by morning if you fuckin' listen (Haha)
They say how I know 'cause, lil' nigga, I did it (Yeah)
She drive the boat 'cause she tryna get tipsy

[Verse: DaBaby]
Zoom, we on the jetskis in the winter (Zoom)
He got on an R&B, but the car full of killers (Go, the fuck?)
See, nigga, he not a member (The fuck?)
Who the fuck that they hidin'?
You can find me in the club like i’m 50
Before I sit down, lift my shirt, fix the blicky
You know that, hold that
Which one of y'all want a toe tag?
I been there before, where I go back (Go)
My bitch a dancer (Dancer), I turn it up, got these hoes mad
I catch that ass when she throw that (Ooh)
I need a camera, Jesus himself put this 'fit on (Jesus)
Hop out the 'Vette with that shit on
They tried to step and got hit on (Hit)
Shots out that Maybach, let that bitch go out the window (Brrt)
Make that bitch sound like Pooh Shiesty
Tryna go through all these Nikes, I got them strikers
Try me, lil' nigga, excite me
Strike me a nigga like lightnin' (Doo, doo)
Bitch-ass nigga, long live G

[Chorus: Rich Dunk & DaBaby]
If you gon' spark up some shit, make it litty (Grraw)
Glock 17 and Gen5 with a titty (Go, baow, baow, baow)
That's fifty rounds, I don't think that he with me (On God)
Sold the FN and went back, got the glizzy (Go, the fuck?)
Bitch, I'm still ridin' and been hot for a minute (Bitch, it's hot)
I'ma still slide 'cause I been 'bout my business (I'ma slide)
Yeah, shoot out you lil' niggas trippin' (On God)
You know they shootin', but nobody hittin' (Soft ass)
Catch me in the mall, no security, I’m trippin' (Haha)
Bitch, how he a shooter, but he end up snitchin'? (On God)
We kick the front door, raid the house and get missin' (Get down)
Bitch, I go from zero to six, they in twenty (The fuck?)
Don't talk about Fendi, you never been in it
Keep runnin' your mouth, well, that's how you be sayin' (Shh)
Shut the fuck up, close your mouth and just chill it (Shut the fuck up)
You’ll be out by morning if you fuckin' listen (Haha)
They say how I know 'cause, lil' nigga, I did it (Yeah)
She drive the boat 'cause she tryna get tipsy