Songtexte Like Literally - Jefe Harro

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