Lil Gotit – Belly Shit lyrics

[Intro: Lil Gotit]
Cash
Wah-wah-wah
Wah-wah-wah
Everything is chrome in the future

[Chorus: Lil Troup and Lil Gotit]
Bitch, I'm a drip god (Drip god), I wear that shit (I wear that shit)
See these killers in the cut (The cut), kill a snitch (Kill a snitch)
Got two bitches takin' back shots, make 'em share that dick (Takin' back shots)
She give good brain like a geek (A geek), she intelligent (She intelligent)
I keep murder on my mind on that Melly shit (Melly shit)
I can dig up two guns on that Belly shit (On that Belly shit)
Draco hit his fuckin' head, cut his [?] quick (Chop, chop)
Bet these bitches know what we sayin', we intelligent (Mama, I've been smart, let's go)

[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]
Awesome, you know this drip is awesome (Hood baby)
It's costin', they like, "Gotit, what you rockin'?" (Hood Gotit)
Just stop it, ain't tryna hear that fake poppin' (Shut up)
Me and Lil Troup pullin' up with sticks and, nah, we ain't talkin' (Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt)
Mob, tied with the mob (Tied with that mob)
Seen Stickbaby, you know he gon' complete his job (Complete his job)
They tried to trap me in my Porsche on O Drive (On O Drive)
I hit the clutch and threw it in sport and got it outta there (Woah)
I with king slime private in the air (Private flights)
Oh, ysl goons, we gon' get it done (Slatt, slimeball)
While they poppin' on the 'net we gon' drop some shells (Frrt, frrt)
There's no runnin' through my money, I got gray hairs (Slatt-slatt)
Go put that drip on, call it position (Position, slimeball)
I keep that water on, like in a kitchen (I keep that water, slimeball)
We killing all rats, dawg (Woo), silence the snitches (Lil Gotit)
Send that lil' boy home (Rock him), we ain't runnin' out of bitches
Range Rover suited up (Skrrt), I put my momma in a truck (Truck)
In the club, we Glizzied up (Glizzy), none of this shit ain't new to us (Okay)
I got that water, I got some water (
[?])
I mix that yola
We got the ball (Hood baby)

[Chorus: Lil Troup and Lil Gotit]
Bitch, I'm a drip god (Drip god), I wear that shit (I wear that shit)
See these killers in the cut (The cut), kill a snitch (Kill a snitch)
Got two bitches takin' back shots, make 'em share that dick (Takin' back shots)
She give good brain like a geek (A geek), she intelligent (She intelligent)
I keep murder on my mind on that Melly shit (Melly shit)
I can dig up two guns on that Belly shit (On that Belly shit)
Draco hit his fuckin' head, cut his [?] quick (Chop, chop)
Bet these bitches know what we sayin', we intelligent (Mama, I've been smart, let's go)

[Verse 2: Lil Troup]
I'm a hood baby (Hood), but I can't fuck a basic bitch
I wish she would play me (Wish we would), pass that ho, that's an assist
I like blue Benjamin's, that money talkin' (That money talkin')
I just bought some new wheels (New wheels), that's Tesla parking (Tesla parking)
I'm poppin' the same pill like Mike, I'm high as a kite right now (High as a kite right now)
I remember I was wearin' Polo, I'm in Off-White right now (I'm in Off-White right now)
Real killer, I don't whisper, I let the stick talk (I let the stick talk for me), yeah
Hit his body with A. 223 (A. 223), guess that's his fault, hm
I got mob ties (Mob ties), the earth is my turf
You can get hogtied (You can get hogtied), I put your face on a shirt
You fuckin with a blue slime, hm
Shoot his block up a few times, hm
I fell in love with a Draco, I'ma kill him in due time, hm
Old nat, body roll, hm
Never switch never fold, no
Gotta stick to the code (Code)
Gotta stay ten toes (Ten toes)
It's crazy but it's true, I call shots just like the president
Slime love all the time (Slatt, slatt), it couldn't make better sense

[Chorus: Lil Troup and Lil Gotit]
Bitch, I'm a drip god (Drip god), I wear that shit (I wear that shit)
See these killers in the cut (The cut), kill a snitch (Kill a snitch)
Got two bitches takin' back shots, make 'em share that dick (Takin' back shots)
She give good brain like a geek (A geek), she intelligent (She intelligent)
I keep murder on my mind on that Melly shit (Melly shit)
I can dig up two guns on that Belly shit (On that Belly shit)
Draco hit his fuckin' head, cut his [?] quick (Chop, chop)
Bet these bitches know what we sayin', we intelligent (Mama, I've been smart, let's go)