[ Featuring DANTE? ]
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh (Yeah)
Ooh (Yeah, hol' on)
Ooh
I'm in the cut puffin' on some' and I spilled some drink on my fit
I'm in her what? (Ooh) I'ma just call up lil' homie, he finna bring J's and a BIC
Hol' up, you call up yo' homie? (Ooh) Tuh, damn, I guess he tryna meet this blick, what? (Ooh)
F*ck a lil' nigga that's tryna run up on me and take my kicks, bitch (Ooh)
They switchin' up, I see a pattern
She listen to SZA and she callin' me "Saturn" (Ooh)
Life is better with me, ain't it, shorty?
Your life is no longer when I'm with .40 (Ooh)
It's all on my fit, now it's all on my shirt
Now it's all on you, bitch, you get left in the dirt (Ooh)
Now it's all on me, shit, bitch, I'm goin' berserk
Now it's all on us, bitch, and I'm leavin' you hurt
Huh (Ooh), Henny and what else? I got it
You tryna play me? Bitch, just stop it (Ooh)
Run me that shit, I'ma cop it
F*ck all this rap, it's no hobby (Ooh)
DANTE?, the beat slide like crazy, huh
F*ck I'ma do? They still hate me (Ooh)
But trust me, that shit do not faze me
I'm leavin' you hot like I'm Hades (Ooh)
Yeah, and it's all on my fit, it's all on my fit (Ooh)
Yeah, spilled it all on my fit while I'm bangin' that bitch (Ooh)
Yeah, it's all on my fit, it's all on my fit (Ooh)
Yeah, that's some tight shit, she said it don't fit (Ooh)
Good things come to those who wait
Have patience, this art will be great (Ooh)
Can't be friends with everybody
It just don't go that way, buddy (Ooh)
Record my conscious as it flows
One day, write, the next, let it go (Ooh)
On the beat, recording all night
Grabbing the mic, doing it right (Ooh)
One hell of a run, army of one
Inspired by other artists, son (Ooh)
Listen to this beat all day
No regrets, I did it my way (Ooh)
Work on my craft like everyday
So serious, why am I that way? (Ooh)
Yes, I listen to my own shit, don't have to explain it (Ooh)
Nah, bitch, don't gotta explain
Yeah, you know I came from the pain (Ooh)
You talkin', you yappin', you get swiss-cheesed, we use it for paint (Ooh)
Yeah, like, uh, the f*ck is you sayin'?
He lovin' to talk in the DM (Ooh)
Mm, in person he turn to Usain, you know what I'm sayin'?
Like (Ooh), f*ck all the fame
I'm being for real, bitch, it's really no game (Ooh)
These bitches to money like moths to a flame
Them bands switch you up, you do not stay the same (Ooh)
Tonight, they gon' send you to Heaven, on gang
That's just homies with me, do not think that I bang (Ooh)
Everything that I say, they gon' bite, they got fangs
Keep callin' my phone? I'm lettin' it ring (Ooh)
Yeah, and it's all on my fit, it's all on my fit (Ooh)
Yeah, spilled it all on my fit while I'm bangin' that bitch (Ooh)
Yeah, it's all on my fit, it's all on my fit (Ooh)
Yeah, that's some tight shit, she said it don't fit (Ooh)
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