Instead - Lil Gotit

Ayy, I get bread

10Fifty, I love you

Hood talk

This bread, ayy, you know I’m gon' get that

The head, bae, you know I’m addicted to sex

The ass, sheesh, been fuckin' with the best

My gas rank, ain’t talkin' 'bout no ass

Penthouse ain’t got no maid

I’m guessin' you’s inbred

My shooter don’t fuck with feds

They let me out the gate

I think I’m in love with Amiri

He think I’m talkin' 'bout a bitch

I don’t think she heard me clearly

Talkin' 'bout these racks and skinnies

Bring out some racks to get her out my face

She ain’t store her nigga safe, I’m the reason she all bright today

Broad day out, where your Cartier?

He think it’s numb, it’s holdin' weight

But that’s the thing, he ringin' the bro

Skeet, diss, and wish him well

Pull up on his ass, droppin' shells

All that envy don’t look good, cut that out

Tired of waitin' for a handout, boy, you burnin' out (Better go get it)

Keep them folks up out your business, close your mouth (That's law)

You can’t get money in one spot, you gotta go out

This bread, ayy, you know I’m gon' get that

The head, bae, you know I’m addicted to sex

The ass, sheesh, been fuckin' with the best

My gas rank, ain’t talkin' 'bout no ass

Penthouse ain’t got no maid

I’m guessin' you’s inbred

My shooter don’t fuck with feds

They let me out the gate

I think I’m in love with Amiri

He think I’m talkin' 'bout a bitch

I don’t think she heard me clearly

Talkin' 'bout these racks and skinnies

Everybody tryna act like they know me

I wasn’t gon' be shit, what my teacher told me

Got off my ass and got a bag, yeah, I showed them

Went through so much pain, wiped it off my shoulders (Let's go)

Spent my first thousand on Gucci shoes, I love drip (Gucci)

Reminiscing 'bout myself, ain’t no love here (Listen)

Bitch, you dig what I’m sayin' with the biggest shovel

Glock .40 hold a monkey for my rivals

This bread, ayy, you know I’m gon' get that

The head, bae, you know I’m addicted to sex

The ass, sheesh, been fuckin' with the best

My gas rank, ain’t talkin' 'bout no ass

Penthouse ain’t got no maid

I’m guessin' you’s inbred

My shooter don’t fuck with feds

They let me out the gate

I think I’m in love with Amiri

He think I’m talkin' 'bout a bitch

I don’t think she heard me clearly

Talkin' 'bout these racks and skinnies