Youngzeek - Fitted Lyrics

You know these niggas cheap as hell, you know these niggas cheap as hell
But it's, I'm only one, only one
Oh, shit, see
If you out looking for cam, you better come see where I'm at

That baby Rugg up on my lap, that AR pistol in the back
Bro, hit that nigga in his head, them brands come out like chia pets
And I heard Quez all looking for me, but that nigga ain't no threat
Got all this ice up on my neck, I'm about to go and get a kit

And I ain't gotta be out with them niggas, stand tall like a pit
Told her she ain't getting pape, got your bitch in here throwing fits
These niggas trying to compare to me, I sip acky u sip tris
Getting scammed upon your pay, bring me da pape nd I'mma flip it

I damn near caught my unkey tripping, nigga, hitting off the whip it
You come and pass me off the ball, and I'mma play like Scottie Pippen
Boy, ain't no loose shit going round up in this bitch, my shit is fitted
This bitch been playing like she broke, I told the bitch to go out tricking

I told that nigga not to go out without pole, but he ain't listening
My bins ain't hitting in a minute, about to get back to the fishing
I been and hawked that nigga down, we caught him out, he started shitting
These niggas wolfing in this bitch, they acting like they made a metal

I can't be lacking in this bitch, you know that beef was never settled
The drum be thumping in this bitch, when you get hit you feel the treble
Got kutty in here whipping up, pass him the pot and he gon' stretch it
Doing the limit on the E-Way, riding with some lethal weapons

Bro, it's a V8 in this bitch, if we get flicked they ain't gon' catch us
That nigga play with me or cam be getting pressed just like panini
My little nigga asked me how to make some paper, I said it's easy
Get on the site and don't get off until you get some bands and pieces

I had to cut into my cousin, out here f*cking with some treeshes
Don't pass that little bitch your cup think she got something on her lip
This nigga trying shit with us, we seen his whipping, got it flipped
That's a mossinite watch it, boy, take it off, that ain't no kit

A hunnid bands, but steal the candy and the store like I'm a kid
That nigga trying to do the fraud, I told lil, bro, we do it big
Bro, hold this match and hold this lighter, we gon' fire a bomb the crib
This nigga trying to do the fraud, I told her, bro, we do it big