Noho

[Chorus: Lil Gotit] I just might blow like C4 Lot of blue hundreds in this bankroll Now you knowin' my time is on zero Shoot me a nigga, go to death row From the hood to the strip, shoot CeeLo We billionaires, but fight 'em all Slime a nigga out, yeah, any night The reason we got caught, we had jewelry on All my goons guard me and my metal on Blitz with blicks Hoppin' out just for a bitch Pussy ass ho, he tuckin' his shit I'm cashin' these checks, get life in the sticks If I cop me a Rolls, it's comin' with hoes I roll up this paper, I know it won't fold Draw on a nigga, then go drop a four I keep this shit slime, don't think I'm a ho [Verse 1: Lil Gotit] Bitch, I'm Hood Baby, don't think I'm a ho No love for these bitches, I'm doggin' these hoes I see them tellin' from back of the row Itty-bitty car, see how fast can you go? Car skrrt, skrrt, made his ass crash on the road Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, stick hit up the window Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, jakes, we smash on them folks Yeah, we on the way to your ho Chop off his lips for doin' all that cappin' Stick line him up perfect like Bigen Ain't stealin' the drip, we had it for ages Locked up in a foreign, but we beat the cases I'm Lil Gotit, bitch, I get this shit poppin' Make him go and clear his safety deposit Whip out my shit, bet she suck like some lollis So many bands, I need me a dolly Face tatted up and dressed like I'm Yakki She copy, she copy, he copy, he copy FN on my waist, it get hot like a Pocket I woke 'em up 'cause they like how I pop it Don't fuck with me, yeah, Jaydog tweak Get the address, yeah, we spin for weeks They know where I'm at, I'm with stick junkie I'ma be the one playin' with money [Chorus: Lil Gotit] I just might blow like C4 Lot of blue hundreds in this bankroll Now you knowin' my time is on zero Shoot me a nigga, go to death row From the hood to the strip, shoot CeeLo We billionaires, but fight 'em all Slime a nigga out, yeah, any night The reason we got caught, we had jewelry on All my goons guard me and my metal on Blitz with blicks Hoppin' out just for a bitch Pussy ass ho, he tuckin' his shit I'm cashin' these checks, get life in the sticks If I cop me a Rolls, it's comin' with hoes I roll up this paper, I know it won't fold Draw on a nigga, then go drop a four I keep this shit slime, don't think I'm a ho [Verse 2: RG Jaydog] Bitch, I'm big slatt, please don't think I'm a ho We spin the block like two times in a row Jump out the whip in all black like a crow Got hot on the stage, fucked a fan at my show Clean out your spot from the front to backdoor Ran in his spot 'cause I wanted some more Big Balenci 41 on my toes Wipin' his nose, you know how it go Hop out the whip and we chop up the backstreet Yeah, I know he play sports 'cause he run like an athlete So we lurk on his block with a stick on the backseat Smokin' exotic, this shit come from Cali Dripped out with Gotit, I know he gon' pop it Redbone bitch, I just caught her from Follies And she Latina, keep callin' me papi Backend for shows, I pull up and rock it He think he the plug, but him not the socket I'm puttin' this shit on, I know they gon' cop it This gun on my waist, you get hot like a Taki They was sleep, they woke up with me on a rocket Now I'm countin' bands with Hood Baby All cashed out when you live in these streets Pulled off on me in an SRT Then came back with a straight-eight Jeep [Chorus: Lil Gotit] I just might blow like C4 Lot of blue hundreds in this bankroll Now you knowin' my time is on zero Shoot me a nigga, go to death row From the hood to the strip, shoot CeeLo We billionaires, but fight 'em all Slime a nigga out, yeah, any night The reason we got caught, we had jewelry on All my goons guard me and my metal on Blitz with blicks Hoppin' out just for a bitch Pussy ass ho, he tuckin' his shit I'm cashin' these checks, get life in the sticks If I cop me a Rolls, it's comin' with hoes I roll up this paper, I know it won't fold Draw on a nigga, then go drop a four I keep this shit slime, don't think I'm a ho [Outro: RG Jaydog & Lil Gotit] Jump out the whip in all black like a crow Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, stick hit up the window Wipin' his nose, you know how it go Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we on the way to your ho Ain't stealin' no drip, we had it for ages Hop out the whip and we chop up the backstreet I know he play sports 'cause he run like an athlete