No Kizzy - Lil Gotit

'Til we deceased

Know what I’m sayin', this

YSL for life until we deceased

That ain’t this

Capeesh?

The other one (Yeah)

Crazy, man

Twenty-four, they can hit me one more for the Jett line (Yeah)

You dig?

(No kizzy, no kizzy)

You dig?

(No cap, no kizzy)

You dig?

(Hood Baby, you dig me?)

You dig?

(Hood Baby), no cap (Hood Baby)

Do you dig?

(Hood Baby, Slatt Gotit)

Yeah (Slatt Gotit, Slatt Gotit, Melodic Desert)

Do you dig?

(YoungProducers)

Slatt Gotit, know you dig (Slatt Gotit, YSL life)

Bentley coupe, yeah, for my moms

My diamonds, they hit with the sun

Clutchin' on blick when I walk through the mall

I just flew in with Big Jett, he got Adderall

Watch him put the Percs on you, small or the tall (Hood Baby)

Said don’t care bout that vest on you, we shoot head, dawg

His bankroll ain’t nothing funny, Lil Duval

I’m stuffin' meatballs in her mouth, yeah, them jaws

I’m rockin' spaghetti-getti-wetti, y’all

Lil Carter on Vevo, our money large

With one gun and trap phones and my dawgs

Lil' nigga, get out the way or catch the ball

She cough on my dick and I think she need Halls

Let them start the problem, yeah, watch my gang solve

Cartier frames on me, I look exquisite

Let 'em bawk like some chickens, I cut off they wings

I told her no kissin', these racks is no kizzy

Won’t nut want no baby, no kizzy

She dressed like a Jada, lil' baby, don’t kiss it

I’m still YSL, slime a Richard Mille

If I pop it, then everybody is some bitches

Heard the opps sip lean, shoot him in his kidneys

Trust Dae and Fat 'cause big slime got so many

Up the blicky on Rice Street, then broke out the Bentley

Sometimes Water By G or Avi' my bling-bling

He cuffin' that bitch, but she moppin' my ding-ding

I don’t gotta rhyme, I seen too much of leeching

No kizzy, I keep a blue slime, his name Nechie

If I go up, most these rappers gon' be broke

Had to foreign my bitch, I met her at the Vogue (Hood Baby)

I came in that Maybach, slidin' like the Pope

King Hood Baby, my son a prince, we hit your ho

Act like her mama, she a dick-eater

Call of Duty sticks when they come greet you

You still a shrimp, but you came how I see you

I made my whole family some believers

Hood Baby from Lil Haiti on Bleveland

Off exotic drugs, I’m Charlie Sheen

Went iced out my boy, yeah, it’s a Demon

I still rock that ice even though I’m anemic

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I told you no kizzy

I touch your baby daddy, shot him, he drippin'

Or we gon' catch him at the Blood, gettin' blitzed

Or we can turn him to a wreck and slime biz him

Or ten-piece wing that boy, fry him and crisp him (Hood Baby)

We’ll blow up a fuck nigga mind, a brittle

He still a lil' boy, you can tell, just tickle

We gon' wait to slide, just let the man get him

Expensive slime, important

Bentley coupe, yeah, for my moms

My diamonds, they hit with the sun

Clutchin' on blick when I walk through the mall

I just flew in with Big Jett, he got Adderall

Watch him put the Percs on you, small or the tall (Hood Baby)

Said don’t care bout that vest on you, we shoot head, dawg

His bankroll ain’t nothing funny, Lil Duval

I’m stuffin' meatballs in her mouth, yeah, them jaws

I’m rockin' spaghetti-getti-wetti, y’all

Lil Carter on Vevo, our money large

With one gun and trap phones and my dawgs

Lil' nigga, get out the way or catch the ball

She cough on my dick and I think she need Halls

Let them start the problem, yeah, watch my gang solve

Cartier frames on me, I look exquisite

Let 'em bawk like some chickens, I cut off they wings

I told her no kissin', these racks is no kizzy