gotit Lyrics

I'm high as fuck, I'm smokin' on that za, nigga, yeah

Smokin' on that za, nigga

Send you to the sky, nigga

I fuck' then tell ha bye, nigga

5 percent tint up on this ride, nigga

I'm too lit, I'm geeked up

I'm geekin' out my body

Bitch, bad as hell

On my good list, even though she naughty

I'ma run up bandz, run up bandz

Not gon' go to college

If my brothers need help

Then you know Lil' Tybandz got it

Ha, I make the money like I play Monopoly

Keep a weapon' like John Wick

Ain't no stoppin' me

Bitch eat the dick and she do it sloppily

Bullet hit him, from the back like I watch Pornography

If I want, Iget it, I don't got a double back

Lil hoe see me now, now that hoe wanna double back

I'm with my twins and I'm smokin' on hella thrax

You got no racks, your hoe not feelin' that

I got them racks, your hoe, she feelin' that

I'm on the interstate doin' the dash

Play with my brothers, I get on your ass

She thick and ugly, so I'm not finna smash

Banana clip, chop em like Kung Fu Panda

Got a switch on my gun, like Rula Santana

Totting racks, I'm not totting Bandannas

Fucked her good, Now that hoe is bananas

Fucked her good, make her sing like she hannah

I be dressin' real fly, she think I'm a scammer

My sneaky link tried to put me on camera

Turned her around and I put on the camera

I got the spice like a motherfuckin' Taki

I'm punchin' the beat, you can just call me Rocky

I know I'm that nigga, so I'ma act cocky

I know I'm that nigga, so niggas gon copy

Got Hispanic bitches, they callin' me papi

Think he a demon, I'm Rockin Palm Angel

Glock in my palm, turn him to an angel

Told twin, take my flick, and get a good angle

If it ain't my momma, then I'm on my own

Goofy bitch in my phone, tryna say I ain't grown

She ain't know a back then, cause I really done grown

I'm high off exotics, I'm feelin' so gone

All that tryna act gangsta, gon' get your ass known

All that tryna act gangsta, gon' get your ass known

Shawty baby, I'm busy as fuck

I'm makin' these bandz, so

No, I can't pick up the phone

No, I can't pick up the phone

Yeah, I'm too lit, I'm geeked up

I'm geekin' out my body

Bitch, bad as hell

On my good list, even though she naughty

Imma, run up bandz, run up bandz

Not gon' go to college

If my brothers need some help

Then they know lil' TyBandz got it

Smokin' on that za, n***a

Send it to the sky, n***a

Just fuck n' tell her bye, n***a

5 percent tint up on this ride, n***a

TyBandz

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TyBandz

Yeah

TyBandz

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