Текст песни Get Me Lit - Genre

Yeah I had Kiesha, Kiesha was cool
Want me to date, told her I'm smooth
Want me to wait, I ain't no fool
Ain't no debate, girl I'm that dude
You see the rocks, you see the jewels
I got some bitches and she got some dudes
I like a girl that's gone pull up and do what I say but ain't never gone say what I do
Man, shout out to Ashley
For a white girl, she was out fuckin' me nasty
She a lil' rich bitch
When she flew to the kid, first classed it
Hit it real good and she bought me a Gucci durag and I pulled that thing right out the plastic
Up in that Get Down video singing "Mm-mm-mmm"
Classic
Shout out to KiKi
That's my little throat goat
Still she got hit with that ghost
Talking, bye-bye adios
I don't like bitches that stalk on insta, plus she got drunk, tried to talk to my hoe
And I don't like bitches lie, shawty lied, so I had to pass her to my bro

Girl I'm a thot, get me lit
Girl I'm a thot, get me lit, heh
Thot, get me lit
Girl I'm a thot, get me lit, yeah
Thot, get me lit
Girl I'm a thot, get me lit
Shout out to Pop, that was it
Pour up them shots, let 'em hit

Man, shout out to Jas
With that big ole, big ole, big ole ass
I don't really 'member her name
That's why we calling her Jas
Long story short, I met her up in class
I ain't think I was gone pass
Fucked her real good two times, next thing you know I passed
Shout out Vanessa
She was a big finesser
She was a EMT and a vet, beat that cat left that on a stretcher hey
I could stretch ya hey
Popped one of my professors hey
Shady bitch, I bought some Cartiers
Then there was Tiff from LA Fitness, I was like what's that about
Oh you like fitness huh? How' bout fittin' this . In your mouth
Lisa wanted a businessman, I'm 'bout my paper she wanted to meet
Took 'bout an hour, the meeting was boring, I had that girl drooling and she wasn't asleep

Girl I'm a thot, get me lit
Girl I'm a thot, get me lit, heh
Thot, get me lit
Girl I'm a thot, get me lit, yeah
Thot, get me lit
Girl I'm a thot, get me lit
Shout out to Pop, that was it
Pour up them shots, let 'em hit

(Dinner for my boujee girl, strippy for my ratchet bitch)
(This one loves to lecture, round of applause, I'm finna clap her shit)
(I love all the Genre girls, I wish I could fuck 'em all)
(Droppin' draws, I'ma ball 'til I fall yeah)