ayy lit!

[Chorus] Ayy lit! I just caught the zip then I’m about to flip Ayy lit! If she want it then that hoe gon’ get some dick Ayy lit! You catch me lurking ‘cause I’m finna hit a lick Ayy lit! Shawty neck me up until she feelin’ sick Ayy lit! I just caught the zip then I’m about to flip Ayy lit! If she want it then that hoe gon’ get some dick Ayy lit! You catch me lurking ‘cause I’m finna hit a lick Ayy lit! Shawty neck me up until she feelin’ sick [Verse 1] Flossin flossin flossin flossin She grab them balls [?] Money droppin’ like Jordan If you broken why you talkin’ All my homies making guap yo Flippin like we El Chapo Youngin’ and drippin’ in sauce tho [?] on your neck now you [?] hoe Aloe is a pretty bitch, hey Always keep extended clips, hey Shawty wanna give me face, ayy Now she talkin’ with a lisp, hey Gold on my neck on my wrists Too many phones, I answer who dis? I’m by my lone, tryna make guap If I see an [?] ferrari then I’m pissed, hey [Verse 2] Tape is on the way to [?] I’m gonna fade and when I drive the shit I bet y’all gon’ hate it So I run up with the trappa gratata on a mf’er oppa whoever around The clubber the sound, It’s obvi I’m better than regular now I chase the [?] and then I move out, I’m just a youngin who yearnin’ for clout [Chorus] Ayy lit! I just caught the zip then I’m about to flip Ayy lit! If she want it then that hoe gon’ get some dick Ayy lit! You catch me lurking ‘cause I’m finna hit a lick Ayy lit! Shawty neck me up until she feelin’ sick Ayy lit! I just caught the zip then I’m about to flip Ayy lit! If she want it then that hoe gon’ get some dick Ayy lit! You catch me lurking ‘cause I’m finna hit a lick Ayy lit! Shawty neck me up until she feelin’ sick Ayy lit! Pull up in the A-6, your clique so damn basic, you a bunch of lame kids Ayy lit! Pull up in the A-6, your clique so damn basic, you a bunch of lame kids Yuh, yuh [?] boy, I’m a hit boy, I’m a hot boy, that’s a no Run around with that .30 round in a whole pound of that [?] [?] boy, I’m a hit boy, I’m a hot boy, that’s a no Run around with that .30 round in a whole pound of that [?] Ayy lit!