Lil Gotit - McNair Lyrics

What up though?
(Nile, I hear you)
(10Fifty, I love you)

Penthouse vibes
And every single vibe a dime
I'm player Chanel, I can't lie
She suited, she rock with mob ties
My wrist makin' crushed up ice
For me she leave that pussy tight
And they seen I'm smashin' with them toys
I mastermind all the time
I just seen Pluto in a rush, G-O-T-I-T
Boy, I'm with the shits and that's on my mama
Claimin' that you real, but you ain't really do no real nigga shit
I'm overly ready to shoot out the motherfuckin' stick at your clique
Step on a brick and I look like a brick, but this what it is

Step on shit, I drip on shit
Yeah, my neck gon' match my wrist
Thick and smart, my type of bitch
Matchin' Chanel high shoe kicks
I don't bow down, I ain't Kaepernick
Savage, 2021 my whip
Go banana, extendo on my clip
Rotel, the whole block gettin' dipped
If it's up there with the whole gang, then it's stuck there
Any outbursts or disrespect, you gettin' left there
Left my ex-bitch, she gon' need me more than health care
I'm QB and I see everythin' like McNair
YSL member (YSL), ice-cold, December (slatty)
Beat her walls down like timber (down)
One of the realest, remember
I was born a Render (yeah)
Real, real, real big tipper (come here)
Can't forget sipper
Don Julio my liquor (hand on that trigger)

Penthouse vibes
And every single vibe a dime
I'm player Chanel, I can't lie
She suited, she rock with mob ties
My wrist makin' crushed up ice
For me she leave that pussy tight
And they seen I'm smashin' with them toys
I mastermind all the time
I just seen Pluto in a rush, G-O-T-I-T
Boy, I'm with the shits and that's on my mama
Claimin' that you real, but you ain't really do no real nigga shit
I'm overly ready to shoot out the motherfuckin' stick at your clique
Step on a brick and I look like a brick, but this what it is