True Fit

Lyrics

[Intro] (Good lookin', Cali) Good lookin', Cali Yung Sak Runner YSR shit [Chorus] First off, fuck the police, let my pops out Scary-ass opp hidin' in the house, tell him pop out A million-dollar nigga, they finna school, I'm a dropout He only poured a line in that pop, pour the rest out Always takin' pictures with that Glock but never shoot that bitch Honey pack off the Don Juli, that's my coochie kit Unc' owed a cent but still trap, he got a Gucci 'fit All your friends died from a bullet, it's an Uzi clip (Lil' Uzi) [Verse] Everybody hit that lil' pussy, you ain't bougie, bitch Soon as you ask a nigga for somethin', that's when you losin' it, bitch I want some fire-ass head and the movies, bitch I used to trap all day in a coogie 'fit (In a coogie 'fit) I'd never love a thot in my Truey 'fit He always got that gun on him, never shoot that shit A light ten bands on me, we can shoot this shit How you get them Cali 'bows here? I just flew that shit (I just flew 'em) Fuck Internet beef, nigga, drop your dot (Nigga, drop that) Gettin' bored with the money, I'm finna drop a watch Your mama was a ho back then, that is not your pops (That ain't your daddy, nigga) If it's smoke, let me know, I'd spin your block I'm with my YNs today, they got all Glocks (My young niggas) Bro just poured up some lean, it look like yellow snot (It look like yellow snot) Bro let me trap out her crib and granny called the cops Tig sittin' in the feds, free Baby Oc I can't wait to fuck your BM when that baby drop A hundred rounds out the Draco got the barrel hot (Shit) We ain't recordin' on Lebeau Street, we at Rell spot (We at Rell spot) I'd put your favorite rap nigga in a headlock (On my mama) .223 knock a fuck nigga dreads out Bro said he don't sip green, he sip red now They hit him with that blick, RP mode, that nigga bled out I'ma keep squeezin' this bitch 'til I ran out Huh, I mean run out Two niggas hopped out the whip, he got walked down Nigga, you ain't gon' never get no pussy 'cause you talk down (Talk down) I don't wanna hit your weed, that weed was brown (Shit) [Chorus] First off, fuck the police, let my pops out Scary-ass opp hidin' in the house, tell him pop out A million-dollar nigga, they finna school, I'm a dropout He only poured a line in that pop, pour the rest out Always takin' pictures with that Glock but never shoot that bitch Honey pack off the Don Juli, that's my coochie kit Unc' owed a cent but still trap, he got a Gucci 'fit All your friends died from a bullet, it's an Uzi clip (Lil' Uzi, nigga) [Outro] Yung Sak Runner, nigga, LSP forever, you know what the fuck goin' on, nigga, I ain't gotta keep sayin' it, nigga