Fashion Nova Men

[Intro: Lil Gotit]

(Zaytoven)

Ooh

Ooh

Ooh

Ooh (HoodBaby)

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]

I got racks in these Fashion Nova men pants (Fashion Nova, I got racks)

I keep racks in these Fashion Nova men pants (Fashion Nova, I keep racks)

I got racks in these Fashion Nova men pants (Fashion Nova, I got packs)

I keep racks in these Fashion Nova men pants (Fashion Nov')

I’m a real dripper

I'm in LA like the Clippers

Two-two-three line you like clippers

Big dog callin' the shots, no middle (Yeah, yeah)

Glock dick gon’ have a nigga pissin' (Yeah)

I know it's a lot of finer things I'm missin' (Yeah, yeah, finer things)

But my heart still in the trenches (Yeah, yeah)

Shoot the whole clip 'til it's empty (Slatt Gotti)

[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]

Pullin' right up (Skrrt), supercharged truck (Yeah)

Catch him down bad, yeah, you know we lit ’em up

I don’t give a fuck (Nah), a nigga too tough (Yeah)

Worried 'bout somethin’, bro, we the hardest of 'em all (All facts)

I'll show these young niggas, yeah, how to ball (On God)

Flexin' on Paris and they filled with them bars (Let’s go)

Pop the trunk nigga, it's filled with them toys

Better stop playin', yeah, you ain't makin' noise (Brrt)

Where the green beans? I'm ridin' in that beam (Beam)

Got the streets so hot ridin' 'round with that steam (Ah)

Don't pull up in the bee hive, nigga, we sting (Brrt)

Leave it, yeah, anywhere, Gotit extreme (Yeah)

Whole lotta racks'll get dropped on his bean (Lotta racks)

Half percocet in a cup, I'm leanin' (Lean)

Nigga got it up, this shit wasn't playin' (Nah)

Put the bitch on, I can have the ho trendin' (No cap)

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]

I got racks in these Fashion Nova men pants (Fashion Nova, I got racks)

I keep racks in these Fashion Nova men pants (Fashion Nova, I keep racks)

I got racks in these Fashion Nova men pants (Fashion Nova, I got packs)

I keep racks in these Fashion Nova men pants (Fashion Nov')

I'm a real dripper

I'm in LA like the Clippers

Two-two-three line you like clippers

Big dog callin' the shots, no middle (Yeah, yeah)

Glock dick gon' have a nigga pissin' (Yeah)

I know it's a lot of finer things I'm missin' (Yeah, yeah, finer things)

But my heart still in the trenches (Yeah, yeah)

Shoot the whole clip 'til it's empty (Slatt Gotti)

[Verse 2: Foolio]

Rock Dolce & Gabbana

Spent twenty-five hundred on Balenciagas

Nine hundred for Prada

Spent fifteen more hundred on bullets and choppers (Facts)

Just caught me a body

We just made a hit, me and Zaytoven done got it (Done got it)

I'm high like a rocket (A rocket)

Ten-K for a show and I'll come rock your party

Got a lil' ho geeked off a percocet (Percocet)

Went to fly Southwest to a private jet

I got birds in my mouth, diamonds on my neck

Sippin' on Wockhardt, no High-Tech

Tryna ride my wave, ho, your ship wrecked

Girl this life we live, we too rich

Blue fifty on Gucci, I'm too lit (Too lit)

Got blue face hundred, but I'm not Crip (Not a Crip, ayy)

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]

I got racks in these Fashion Nova men pants (Fashion Nova, I got racks)

I keep racks in these Fashion Nova men pants (Fashion Nova, I keep racks)

I got racks in these Fashion Nova men pants (Fashion Nova, I got packs)

I keep racks in these Fashion Nova men pants (Fashion Nov')

I'm a real dripper

I'm in LA like the Clippers

Two-two-three line you like clippers

Big dog callin' the shots, no middle (Yeah, yeah)

Glock dick gon' have a nigga pissin' (Yeah)

I know it's a lot of finer things I'm missin' (Yeah, yeah, finer things)

But my heart still in the trenches (Yeah, yeah)

Shoot the whole clip 'til it's empty (Slatt Gotti)