(Get out my way, lil')
(Get out my way, lil')
She gon' put it on me, that's a lotta bit (A lotta bit)
Four Coupes, four seasons, drop the top a bit (Drop it)
Bust down both my wrists, time to talk a lot of shit (Yeah)
I got both my girls, head to toe designer shit (Designer shit)
Drip, lil' bit, lil' bit (Lil' bit)
Uh, let me feel myself a lil' bit (Let me do it)
Lil' bit, lil' bit (Lil' bit)
You ain't talkin' big shit, get out my way, lil' bit' (Get out my way, lil' bit')
I can hear the hate, got a lot of it (A lot of it)
Take these bands to the bank, let 'em rot in it (Yeah)
So much ice on me, I wish I had two necks (Two necks)
I got homies that can't sleep without two TECs (Brraa, brraa)
I got homies that can't sleep without Klonopin (Yeah)
Gucci and Chanel, I got a lot of it (A lot of it)
Walk up in the spot like, "Ayy, what poppin' in?" (What's poppin' in?)
Gon' pop it for me 'cause I'm rich and poppin' it (Yeah, designer shit)
Drip, lil' bit, lil' bit (Lil' bit)
Uh, let me feel myself a lil' bit (Let me do it)
Lil' bit, lil' bit (Lil' bit)
You ain't talkin' big shit, get out my way, lil' bit' (Get out my way, lil' bit)
She gon' put it on me, that's a lotta bit (A lotta bit)
Four Coupes, four seasons, drop the top a bit (Drop it)
Bust down both my wrists, time to talk a lot of shit
I got both my girls, head to toe designer shit (Designer shit)
Drip, lil' bit, lil' bit (Lil' bit)
Uh, let me feel myself a lil' bit (Let me do it)
Lil' bit, lil' bit (Lil' bit)
You ain't talkin' big shit, get out my way, lil' bit' (Get out my way, lil' bit)
West L.A., that where you find me, though
Chacho Macho with a dime, rockin' black clothes
Whipping 'round that Batmobile, duckin' 5-O
If you step to me, then be prepared for smoke, lil' bro
Uh, let me feel myself a lil' bit
Uh, let me blow this down a lil' bit
Drip, lil' bit, lil' bit (Lil' bit)
Uh, let me feel myself a lil' bit (Let me do it)
Lil' bit, lil' bit
You ain't talkin' big shit, get out my way, lil' bit (Get out my way, lil' bit)
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