Lil Gotit - Live With 10fifty Lyrics

(10Fifty, I love you)
Uh, I'm with the
(Yeah, I'm goin' a whole 'nother way on this motherfucker, know what I'm sayin'?)
I'm with the Get N Dere, hold on
(Ayy, 10Fifty, I'm just gon' walk this motherfucker)
Yeah, I'm with the
(Talkin' 'bout real-deal psych out)
I'm with the Get N Dere
I'm with the (know what I'm sayin'?)
(Let me talk that shit)
I'm with the Get N Dere Gang

Back of the store, we in Mason Margiela (Margiela)
My mama drink Stella Rose (Rose)
No, no, I'm not selfish, nigga (uh-uh, no)
I can't wait to pass a ho (let's go)
They pray that I get a lil' cheddar, nigga (lil' bit)
Gotit gon' get 'em a load
Zip it, hush, no tellin', nigga (this ZaZa)
Or you gon' get hushed by the pole
You fold, we bendin', we come out the ceilin'
That Glock got a switch and that stick got a titty (okay, let's go)
Came out the city where we get you missin'
Don't care 'bout your sibling, yeah, everybody can get it (let's go)
Fuck like a pro, yeah, she fuck with my pimpin'
I bought her new titties and bought her a new kitty (Hoodbaby)
It ain't 'bout no penny, it's more 'bout respect
If you show disrespect, we pull up with some semis

I came from the bottom like under the floor
Chrome Heart, got crosses all over my coat
My hood bitch, she still on the back of the road
She suck me to sleep, got me curlin' my toes
Shoot for a reason, I shoot like I'm Stephen
My aim like a demon, I aim for the pros
Double B Bentley, Gunna be crippin'
Wunna the biggest, they didn't listen
Sippin' on Tris (yeah)
Yeah, I'm with the Get N Dere Gang (come on)
Player Chanel, I'm a pimp with no cane
Monkey on that boy, I'ma loose your bitch brains
On a upper, she lift like a crane
Ain't no Usher, this chopper gon' sing
I been Wockin' this shit for some days (I been Wockin' some days)
I'm gettin' paid, I'm just tryna get laid (get laid)
Yeah, we keep some cash, where the page?
Full of energy, don't need to sage (full of energy)
Every month we gon' cop them new J's (J's)
Just to trap this shit out in the rain (trap)
These tears on the Drac' leavin' pain (brrt)
Take care of the hood, they gon' praise
Show your loyalty, killin' a fake (show your loyalty)
Two-piece, he got hit, such a shame

Back of the store, we in Mason Margiela (Margiela)
My mama drink Stella Rosa (Stella)
No, no, I'm not selfish, nigga (uh-uh)
I can't wait to pass a ho (let's go)
They pray that I get a lil' cheddar, nigga (lil' bit)
Gotit gon' get 'em a load (go get it)
Zip it, hush, no tellin', nigga (zip it)
Or you gon' get hushed by the pole (shh)
You fold, we bendin', we come out the ceilin'
That Glock got a switch and that stick got a titty
Came out the city where we get you missin'
Don't care 'bout your sibling, yeah, everybody can get it (yeah, we get you missin')
Fuck like a pro, yeah, she fuck with my pimpin'
I bought her new titties and bought her a new kitty
It ain't 'bout no penny, it's more 'bout respect
If you show disrespect, we pull up with some semis

Yak Gotit, I'm all in that coupe
My body, I'm geeked out that too
I'm probably rockin' some Prada shoes
Don't like it? We gon' come sweep with the broom
Superstar status, I move like Lil Uzi on shrooms
Sippin' coconut all in Cancún
With this ho, had her bust it, balloon
Get wavy, I'ma walkin' typhoon
Boy tried to rob, all you heard was a boom
Double back, shut down the block like some glue
Put in that word, you gon' end on the news
From here, they gon' watch you like it's on YouTube
Yeah, I can pop it, yeah, I can cop it
Yeah, I can rock it, who gonna stop it?
These niggas pussy, they ain't too pricey
Slimy and shady, slimy and shiesty