Fine Lil Shyt Lyrics

(What Do You Desire?)

Hey (I'm tryna fuck this-) (Yeah, now you rockin' wit' Rada)

(I'm tryn' fuck his bitch)

I came in this bih' wit' a plan

I'm smokin' za wit my mans

I don't give a fuck what they sayin'

I ain't never need no fuckin' handout

I'm keepin' the blick in the couch

And she wanna be my main but that's out

I was fuckin' wit' her and she had me stuck

But we fell out, so it's not love

You tried to lie to a fuckin' liar baby

So lil baby, now it's up

The feds raidin' tryna get all my bruddas

You don't even know 'bout the half of shit

I love the way that her ass sit

Up in them jeans, it's lit

I stayed down but you folded on me

Yeah, it is what it is

I'm keepin' that stick if they roll on me

And I'm tryna fuck his bitch

I thought it was real, you fold on me

You ain't really 'bout shit

You got a pretty face wit' some pretty lies

But lil baby, that's 'bout it

I'm scorin' on pint, assist

And I'm tryna fuck his bitch

2 coffee cups full of red

Movin' slow like a zombie and shit

He countin' seconds 'til his life over

It's a box on the blick, he dead quick

She the model type and she bad

That's my fine lil' shyt (Desire)

I'm fiendin' for drugs, I look in the couch

Tryna get you out that blouse

I get in my feelings, I roll up loud

And I'm tryna fuck on his spouse

I can't even lie, bae I miss you heavy

Or maybe I miss who I thought you was

I'm on drugs, I'm sedated heavy

I thought it was some' but it's nun'

Disrespecting me on socials

Bitch, you done lost ya' mind

I done ran it up, bitch I'm goin' global

And I see the fake through the lines

Where the opps at? They be hidin'

I'm tryna fuck baby, what ya' sign is?

They talkin' that talk but ain't doin' no slidin'

We just threw a rack up in follies

Yeah, I fucked the hoe but she got mileage

I'm on perky pills, bitch I'm wildin'

I'm posted up wit' my brudda Finesse

Rada got the beat cryin'

I spent a band on this bitch

I'm stupid, I done lost my head

Dropped 'bout 500 on some tellys

But I wish I spent it on some meds

Just do what you do and I'll do what I do

I'm 10 times worse than you

You played me but I ain't no fool

It's always jokes on you

(It's always jokes on you)

(I'm 10 times worse than you)

I stayed down but you folded on me

Yeah, it is what it is

I'm keepin' that stick if they roll on me

And I'm tryna fuck his bitch

I thought it was real, you fold on me

You ain't really 'bout shit

You got a pretty face wit' some pretty lies

But lil baby, that's 'bout it

I'm scorin' on pint, assist

And I'm tryna fuck his bitch

2 coffee cups full of red

Movin' slow like a zombie and shit

He countin' seconds 'til his life over

It's a box on the blick, he dead quick (Desire)

She the model type and she bad

That's my fine lil' shyt

That's my fine shit, that's my fine shit (Elegant Music)