Lil Gotit - Instead Lyrics

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