Lit Thot

Lyrics

Deal with them no-no
 Deal with them I can't
 Peanut butter ass work
 Fuck around and get jammed
 Cardi in this bitch, you better understand
 I flip the script and kill shit
 Now they want to hold my hand
 I be that hood bitch from that block
 It's my hood on top
 Why you asking all them questions
 You a cornball you get popped
 I'm really with the shits
 I'm a real bitch I don't flop
 They ask who I be
 I'm that east coast lit thot
 Yeah, I gives it up, I gives it up
 I gives it up and that's word
 These cats got no stacks man
 They fucking get on my nerves
 I gives it up, I gives it up
 I gives it up and that's word
 And if you ain't talking about money
 Then I'm pitching nothing but curves
 Oh they mad, I'ma keep them mad, oh they hella sick
 See me stunting, see me getting bands, oh yeah hella bricks
 Cardi looking good in this shit, oh yeah hella fit
 Run up on me wrong, they pop the trunk on you elephants
 You don't know me, hoe
 You don't know me, bro
 You don't know me just move
 I A-L-T control delete and get your ass removed
 That fuck shit, that truck shit, I do not approve
 You niggas with that shrimp dicks, be fucking up my mood
 I be that hood bitch from that block
 It's my hood on top
 Why you asking all them questions
 You a cornball you get popped
 I'm really with the shits
 I'm a real bitch I don't flop
 They ask who I be
 I'm that east coast lit thot
 Yeah, I gives it up, I gives it up
 I gives it up and that's word
 These cats got no stacks man
 They fucking get on my nerves
 I gives it up, I gives it up
 I gives it up and that's word
 And if you ain't talking about money
 Then I'm pitching nothing but curves
 Deal with them no no
 Deal with them I can't
 Peanut butter ass work
 You fuck around and get jammed
 Cardi in this bitch you better understand
 I flip the script and kill shit
 Now they want to hold my hand
 Just get up off me, just get up off me, just get up off me, you fake
 You talking all that tough shit, but quick to talk to the jakes
 Let a bitch try me, that's these red bottoms to the face
 Nigga hating hoes, ain't got no clout, that's Superman with no cape
 All I need is Coronas and I'm set for the night
 Let a bitch act up, just know it's on sight
 They mad cause my time came and I didn't miss my flight
 Fuck you thought, a bitch was gonna be down her whole life
 Bitch no
 I be that hood bitch from that block
 It's my hood on top
 Why you asking all them questions
 You a cornball you get popped
 I'm really with the shits
 I'm a real bitch I don't flop
 They ask who I be
 I'm that east coast lit thot
 Yeah, I gives it up, I gives it up
 I gives it up and that's word
 These cats got no stacks man
 They fucking get on my nerves
 I gives it up, I gives it up
 I gives it up and that's word
 And if you ain't talking about money
 Then I'm pitching nothing but curves
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Song Details

Duration
03:01
Key
2
Tempo
140 BPM

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