Litty Freestyle

Gang, gang, gang
You know what it's
7's
These niggas be on my dick Fam
Like get off the dick Fam

Gang get litty, it's mad
Aye run it back
Put one stick in a pack
Aye run it back
Me get touched you are mad
Aye cut that
Trust my Gs don't lack
Aye run it back
Gang get litty, it's mad
Aye run it back
Put one stick in a pack
Aye run it back
Me get touched you are mad
Aye run it back, aye run it back, aye run it back

Gang get Litt it's crazy
Me I go nuts, ain't chill I'm Brazy
Need me an AP Rollie, flood my wrist
And she calling me wavy
You don't want to see them boys with dread locks
Act like they came from Haiti
Like Migos I get the bag
And then I go find me amazing Amy

And Feds say my gang are villains
Yeah we sinning
Need me a billboard where I'm living
And write my name on that shit I'm winning
Bro fell in love with the gripping
When I'm in the Beamer, know that I'm sticking
He don't really like my style
Go find him a bucket and tell a boy kick it

Like John I might aim at his Wick
But I ain't in love with the stick
In her yard she's taking her draws off
Tell her babe stop just suck this dick
And them boy moving funny
Yeah we all see it niggas ain't slick
Want to see a magic trick
Hocus pocus I back this stick

Like Westbrook gang do free throws
Difference is my gang don't miss
No we ain't from the six, like KMT are you taking a piss
And you don't want to start moving crazy
Gang might rock your shit like Chris

And we are screaming gang or nothing
I put fire in the booth like Charlie
Light me a match and I press that button
Everyone knows what he did
Still got beef with him and his cousin
Ain't trynna go away for ages
Reason why his head ain't buzzin
When they talking bands or racks
Know that the Gangnem got it in dozens

Over here they roll with dracos
Niggas out here just move like Russians
Find me a bag I run it
Feds on the scene I'm cutting
They say that we don't know love
Yeah because my Niggas hearts are rotten

Are you buzzing
Why you bugging

Feds in the scene I'm leaving
Not trying to end up in jail this evening
Niggas want to know my status
Rich Nigga shit I'm bleeding
Might buy me a ghost that's Casper
They don't want smoke I'm Tommy Eagan
Reach for my chain you tweaking
Might get slapped for the shit you speaking

Over there you are known as the best
Over here you are nothing but less
My feelings I suppress
Because Niggas want to know my shit like press
And they keep saying my name
My nigga the truth ain't hard to digest
And they don't like my shit
But they keep on watching nevertheless
Pray I don't end up dead on the news
Because I know them niggas vexed
On the ride with skinny men
Something get burst then it must be heads

Gang get litty, it's mad
Aye run it back
Put one stick in a pack
Aye run it back
Me get touched you are mad
Aye cut the
Trust my Gs don't lack
Aye run it back
Gang get litty, it's mad
Aye run it back
Put one stick in a pack
Aye run it back
Me get touched you are mad
Aye run it back, Aye run it back, Aye run it back