Lyrics from Snippets
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Gotit]
I am who I am, I was who I was
I go make these racks, fuck it up in the club
I stunt how I stunt, I move how I move
I rep my set and my racks stay blue
[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Nigga juggin', touchin' yayo
Itchin' my clip, I'm shootin' Curry
Curry spicey, hot tamales
Bitch is slurpin', got her burpin'
Make myself a boss on purpose
Diamonds chirpin', birds chirpin'
Paranoia, Glock, it worried
Pray it shoot for the boy on burglary
[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]
360 boy, got it big on his wrist
Most of these rappers now move like a bitch
Stunt on the 'Gram but move with some sense
Invited some niggas, they wasn't on shit
We pourin' up Wock' on two dollars Fanta's
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[Pre-Chorus: Lil Gotit]
I am who I am, I was who I was
I go make these racks, fuck it up in the club
I stunt how I stunt, I move how I move
I rep my set and my racks stay blue
[Chorus: Lil Gotit & Lil Uzi Vert]
Nigga juggin', touchin' yayo
Itchin' my clip, I'm shootin' Curry
Curry spicey, hot tamalеs
Bitch is slurpin', got her burpin'
Make myself a boss on purposе
Diamonds chirpin', birds chirpin'
Paranoia, Glock, it worried
Pray it shoot for the boy on burglary (Doot-doot-doot-doot, fee, what?)
[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Paranoia, they don't see us (What? Yeah)
I'm the destroyer, I told the bitch, "I'm Tom Sauer" (Ah)
All my pistols cost a quarter
Put a nigga through extortion
They kill for me 'cause I'm important
I can't hear a, "Who?" Like Horton (Fee, fee)
I'm fuckin' these bitches, I'm rubbin' my dick
I forgot that I wanted these racks (Fee, fee)
Pull up a Bentley, a Cullinan, yeah, this shit big as a Hummer (Yeah)
My niggas pull up just like a parade, my shooter a drummer (Yeah)
I am who I am, might pull out a M but I ain't even stuntin' (Woah)
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Gotit]
I am who I am, I was who I was
I go make these racks, fuck it up in the club
I stunt how I stunt, I move how I move
I rep my set and my racks stay blue
[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Nigga juggin', touchin' yayo
Itchin' my clip, I'm shootin' Curry
Curry spicey, hot tamales
Bitch is slurpin', got her burpin'
Make myself a boss on purpose
Diamonds chirpin', birds chirpin'
Paranoia, Glock, it worried
Pray it shoot for the boy on burglary