I promise that's a war
Lil Vontae sliding with his shit, down to dog
Free Lil Clark
Long live Snake, he kept a Glock
Want a four door coupe, he gon' cop it
Long live Snake, yeah yeah
It's crazy but it's true
Pussy boy ain't gon' stain nothing
Your cap, yeah, where I'm aiming
Monkey nuts on the draco
Let that bitch get to singing
Real shooters, no blanking
Hood Baby goin' loco
For the pesos, go coco
Loco
'Bout that moneys, yeah yeah, we go rojo
Pull up, photo shoot it, yeah, logo
All my money crispy, yeah, honchos
They think I owe them something, yeah they loco
I think they crazy
I'm Hood Baby, they get the message
That's too many blessings, and I'm on ecstasy
There's no more mess for me, and I'm okay
It's crazy but it's true
A Glock and a stick, yeah yeah, that's a fed case
I (?) my shit, yeah yeah, I do the race
You ain't talking 'bout nothing, and that I know
And you a D1 ho, I f*cked your throat
Hood Baby, I'll wipe your nose, send your ass home
Can't lay up with this ho, I gotta go
That's a Hellcat, got my wings back
Lean in a hatchback with the stick back, ready to clap back
You know it
Pussy boy ain't gon' stain nothing
Your cap, yeah, where I'm aiming
Monkey nuts on the draco
Let that bitch get to singing
Real shooters, no blanking
Hood Baby goin' loco
For the pesos, go coco
Loco
'Bout that moneys, yeah yeah, we go rojo
Pull up, photo shoot it, yeah, logo
All my money crispy, yeah, honchos
They think I owe them something, yeah they loco
Free Taylor
Hit his ass up, he calling for Mater
Free Glock, kept a Glock-30 'round, know nigga I'm popping
Lil Ron my twin, yeah, Money is my twin, yeah
Lil Keed my twin, yeah, Slimelife, he my twin, yeah
And that's no cap, Montana gon' pop any strap
Let out the Baby on hot block
We sliding in a Wraith, go opp shop
They gon' lose, make the news, I'm not a scrooge
They burnt out and overdue, I turtle, stop watching me
I drink this shit 'til my heart stop beating
A lot of racks in these skinny jeans
Cash out, new Céline
Neck iced out and it go bling
Rudy Gang be the team, I accomplished all my dreams
Left a big old Rari ring and I bought a bitch a ring, on God
Pussy boy ain't gon' stain nothing
Your cap, yeah, where I'm aiming
Monkey nuts on the draco
Let that bitch get to singing
Real shooters, no blanking
Hood Baby goin' loco
For the pesos, go coco
Loco
'Bout that moneys, yeah yeah, we go rojo
Pull up, photo shoot it, yeah, logo
All my money crispy, yeah, honchos
They think I owe them something, yeah they loco
Lil Gotit - Loco Lyrics
Lil Gotit - Loco Lyrics
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I promise that's a war
Lil Vontae sliding with his shit, down to dog
Free Lil Clark
Long live Snake, he kept a Glock
Want a four door coupe, he gon' cop it
Long live Snake, yeah yeah
It's crazy but it's true
Pussy boy ain't gon' stain nothing
Your cap, yeah, where I'm aiming
Monkey nuts on the draco
Let that bitch get to singing
Real shooters, no blanking
Hood Baby goin' loco
For the pesos, go coco
Loco
'Bout that moneys, yeah yeah, we go rojo
Pull up, photo shoot it, yeah, logo
All my money crispy, yeah, honchos
They think I owe them something, yeah they loco
I think they crazy
I'm Hood Baby, they get the message
That's too many blessings, and I'm on ecstasy
There's no more mess for me, and I'm okay
It's crazy but it's true
A Glock and a stick, yeah yeah, that's a fed case
I (?) my shit, yeah yeah, I do the race
You ain't talking 'bout nothing, and that I know
And you a D1 ho, I f*cked your throat
Hood Baby, I'll wipe your nose, send your ass home
Can't lay up with this ho, I gotta go
That's a Hellcat, got my wings back
Lean in a hatchback with the stick back, ready to clap back
You know it
Pussy boy ain't gon' stain nothing
Your cap, yeah, where I'm aiming
Monkey nuts on the draco
Let that bitch get to singing
Real shooters, no blanking
Hood Baby goin' loco
For the pesos, go coco
Loco
'Bout that moneys, yeah yeah, we go rojo
Pull up, photo shoot it, yeah, logo
All my money crispy, yeah, honchos
They think I owe them something, yeah they loco
Free Taylor
Hit his ass up, he calling for Mater
Free Glock, kept a Glock-30 'round, know nigga I'm popping
Lil Ron my twin, yeah, Money is my twin, yeah
Lil Keed my twin, yeah, Slimelife, he my twin, yeah
And that's no cap, Montana gon' pop any strap
Let out the Baby on hot block
We sliding in a Wraith, go opp shop
They gon' lose, make the news, I'm not a scrooge
They burnt out and overdue, I turtle, stop watching me
I drink this shit 'til my heart stop beating
A lot of racks in these skinny jeans
Cash out, new Céline
Neck iced out and it go bling
Rudy Gang be the team, I accomplished all my dreams
Left a big old Rari ring and I bought a bitch a ring, on God
Pussy boy ain't gon' stain nothing
Your cap, yeah, where I'm aiming
Monkey nuts on the draco
Let that bitch get to singing
Real shooters, no blanking
Hood Baby goin' loco
For the pesos, go coco
Loco
'Bout that moneys, yeah yeah, we go rojo
Pull up, photo shoot it, yeah, logo
All my money crispy, yeah, honchos
They think I owe them something, yeah they loco
Lil Vontae sliding with his shit, down to dog
Free Lil Clark
Long live Snake, he kept a Glock
Want a four door coupe, he gon' cop it
Long live Snake, yeah yeah
It's crazy but it's true
Pussy boy ain't gon' stain nothing
Your cap, yeah, where I'm aiming
Monkey nuts on the draco
Let that bitch get to singing
Real shooters, no blanking
Hood Baby goin' loco
For the pesos, go coco
Loco
'Bout that moneys, yeah yeah, we go rojo
Pull up, photo shoot it, yeah, logo
All my money crispy, yeah, honchos
They think I owe them something, yeah they loco
I think they crazy
I'm Hood Baby, they get the message
That's too many blessings, and I'm on ecstasy
There's no more mess for me, and I'm okay
It's crazy but it's true
A Glock and a stick, yeah yeah, that's a fed case
I (?) my shit, yeah yeah, I do the race
You ain't talking 'bout nothing, and that I know
And you a D1 ho, I f*cked your throat
Hood Baby, I'll wipe your nose, send your ass home
Can't lay up with this ho, I gotta go
That's a Hellcat, got my wings back
Lean in a hatchback with the stick back, ready to clap back
You know it
Pussy boy ain't gon' stain nothing
Your cap, yeah, where I'm aiming
Monkey nuts on the draco
Let that bitch get to singing
Real shooters, no blanking
Hood Baby goin' loco
For the pesos, go coco
Loco
'Bout that moneys, yeah yeah, we go rojo
Pull up, photo shoot it, yeah, logo
All my money crispy, yeah, honchos
They think I owe them something, yeah they loco
Free Taylor
Hit his ass up, he calling for Mater
Free Glock, kept a Glock-30 'round, know nigga I'm popping
Lil Ron my twin, yeah, Money is my twin, yeah
Lil Keed my twin, yeah, Slimelife, he my twin, yeah
And that's no cap, Montana gon' pop any strap
Let out the Baby on hot block
We sliding in a Wraith, go opp shop
They gon' lose, make the news, I'm not a scrooge
They burnt out and overdue, I turtle, stop watching me
I drink this shit 'til my heart stop beating
A lot of racks in these skinny jeans
Cash out, new Céline
Neck iced out and it go bling
Rudy Gang be the team, I accomplished all my dreams
Left a big old Rari ring and I bought a bitch a ring, on God
Pussy boy ain't gon' stain nothing
Your cap, yeah, where I'm aiming
Monkey nuts on the draco
Let that bitch get to singing
Real shooters, no blanking
Hood Baby goin' loco
For the pesos, go coco
Loco
'Bout that moneys, yeah yeah, we go rojo
Pull up, photo shoot it, yeah, logo
All my money crispy, yeah, honchos
They think I owe them something, yeah they loco
Writer: Semaja Render
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Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC