Like Literally Lyrics

I really don't think you as lit as me

From the money, the cars, the bitches

My nigga like literally

Tell my lil shawty I know that she feelin me

I'm counting pape and lit up like a Christmas tree

Ain't none of these Niggas as real as me

Gotta condo I book right for overseas

Make it hot send this bitch to the third degree

Shit be on lock I'm the boss and I got the key

Bitch ima legend I ever leave

Ride around town wit some felonies

Don't no other nigga compare to me

Ima big dawg so I give out the pedigrees

How you go fed and ain't giving up Shìt to me

I be da one wit 10s 20s and 30s

Before the sb and the triple p

Out In Miami I'm wit a lil bitch

When y'all went out to Cali to get you a edd

I'm a big boss and I mean dat

Ain't never been pussy you bleed dat

I ain't been drinking but lean back

My homie gone squeeze till he clean dat

Came from trenches I know odds against me

I turnt myself up ain't no bitch do it wit me

Shout out to Mackie I know he fuck wit me

I stood on some business wasn't shit fa da trenches

Can't trust a bitch gotta show her I'm him

Like really I'm him

If she pushin my limits

Can't trust these niggas you watch em

You might have to kill 'em nigga

If you pay em attention

Don't come to my mentions on goofy shit I'm ignoring da tension

I fuck wit da plugs 50 and Trappa and Choppa

Come with it you know it's a mission

Bitch we da best

We make you some food call dat shit finga Lickin

Say that shit and you get put on a carton

I swear we gon call it a milking mission

Ain't it sumn how ah nigga go missin

I was just cleaning shit up inna kitchen

Found me a lane and I ain't switch shit bitch

I found me a pot to piss in

I really don't think you as lit as me

From the money, the cars, the bitches

My nigga like literally

Tell my lil shawty I know that she feelin me

I'm counting pape and lit up like a Christmas tree

Ain't none of these Niggas as real as me

Gotta condo I book right for overseas

Make it hot send dis bitch to the third degree

Shit be on lock I'm the boss and I got the key

Big boss gotta take off

Rolls truck wit da face off

Really hard but we play soft

Came from killin niggas like we Adolf

Broke niggas make me sick cough

Football money you get picked off

Pull up lamb just to get a nigga pissed off

I been on my grind runnin checks up tryna get shit off

How da fuck ima get a mill worried bout of A nigga pissed off

I put des chains on dey VVS can't S and I my cost

I put a play together I feel like Odell or better yet Ran Moss

I really don't think you as lit as me

From the money, the cars, the bitches

My nigga like literally

Tell my lil shawty I know that she feeling me

I'm counting pape I'm lit up like a Christmas tree

Ain't none of these Niggas as real as me

Gotta condo I book right for overseas

Make it hot send this bitch to the third degree

Shit be on lock I'm the boss and I got the key