Fit, Pt. 2 ft. DANTE? Lyrics

Ooh

Ooh

Ooh (Yeah)

Ooh (Yeah, hol' on)

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I'm in the cut puffin' on some' and I spilled some drink on my fit

I'm in her what? (Ooh) I'ma just call up lil' homie, he finna bring J's and a BIC

Hol' up, you call up yo' homie? (Ooh) Tuh, damn, I guess he tryna meet this blick, what? (Ooh)

Fuck a lil' nigga that's tryna run up on me and take my kicks, bitch (Ooh)

They switchin' up, I see a pattern

She listen to SZA and she callin' me "Saturn" (Ooh)

Life is better with me, ain't it, shorty?

Your life is no longer when I'm with .40 (Ooh)

It's all on my fit, now it's all on my shirt

Now it's all on you, bitch, you get left in the dirt (Ooh)

Now it's all on me, shit, bitch, I'm goin' berserk

Now it's all on us, bitch, and I'm leavin' you hurt

Huh (Ooh), Henny and what else? I got it

You tryna play me? Bitch, just stop it (Ooh)

Run me that shit, I'ma cop it

Fuck all this rap, it's no hobby (Ooh)

DANTE?, the beat slide like crazy, huh

Fuck I'ma do? They still hate me (Ooh)

But trust me, that shit do not faze me

I'm leavin' you hot like I'm Hades (Ooh)

Yeah, and it's all on my fit, it's all on my fit (Ooh)

Yeah, spilled it all on my fit while I'm bangin' that bitch (Ooh)

Yeah, it's all on my fit, it's all on my fit (Ooh)

Yeah, that's some tight shit, she said it don't fit (Ooh)

Good things come to those who wait

Have patience, this art will be great (Ooh)

Can't be friends with everybody

It just don't go that way, buddy (Ooh)

Record my conscious as it flows

One day, write, the next, let it go (Ooh)

On the beat, recording all night

Grabbing the mic, doing it right (Ooh)

One hell of a run, army of one

Inspired by other artists, son (Ooh)

Listen to this beat all day

No regrets, I did it my way (Ooh)

Work on my craft like everyday

So serious, why am I that way? (Ooh)

Yes, I listen to my own shit, don't have to explain it (Ooh)

Nah, bitch, don't gotta explain

Yeah, you know I came from the pain (Ooh)

You talkin', you yappin', you get swiss-cheesed, we use it for paint (Ooh)

Yeah, like, uh, the fuck is you sayin'?

He lovin' to talk in the DM (Ooh)

Mm, in person he turn to Usain, you know what I'm sayin'?

Like (Ooh), fuck all the fame

I'm being for real, bitch, it's really no game (Ooh)

These bitches to money like moths to a flame

Them bands switch you up, you do not stay the same (Ooh)

Tonight, they gon' send you to Heaven, on gang

That's just homies with me, do not think that I bang (Ooh)

Everything that I say, they gon' bite, they got fangs

Keep callin' my phone? I'm lettin' it ring (Ooh)

Yeah, and it's all on my fit, it's all on my fit (Ooh)

Yeah, spilled it all on my fit while I'm bangin' that bitch (Ooh)

Yeah, it's all on my fit, it's all on my fit (Ooh)

Yeah, that's some tight shit, she said it don't fit (Ooh)

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