Lil Gotit - Father's Day lyrics

[Intro: Lil Gotit] Money done geeked on this mothafu*ka Money Musik [Chorus: Lil Gotit] I went Wafi but today I start, it came from [?] (Pussy) Smashing in the rain, her tires like the cat spinnin' Yeah the [?] the Richard Mille, but I can't stop spendin' (Let's go) All my riders got 2 b*tches, and the Glock filthy BM baby daddy keep talkin' real silly (Pussy) I'll shoot this b*tch up on Father's Day, ni**a play with me (Pussy) Shooter with me, green dot ya, he poppin' out a Bentley (Ghost) The gangsta line up for ya baby but you movin' fidgety (Talk to 'em) [Verse 1: Lil Gotit] Drop it off on my young bull, he movin' by the fifty (Okay) Of course we like us some free b*tches, this stick got a titty (Freak) Hall of fame slimes, b*tch we up there, Scottie Pippen (Scottie, slatt) The beat get beat up, and the gang, b*tch don't try my pippin' Designer shooter when we come through, b*tch it's rich steppin' (Brr) Put 3 hoes up in here, we had to leave a mess (Ow) With this drip, I put it on, I had to teach a lesson (Gang, gang) Ain't no pressure, but the Glock on me get real aggressive (I'm with the Get N Dere Gang) Oh, It feels so simple, so easy, we pop your pimple (Pussy) Far from a beginner, recruitin' all the sinners (Lil' pussy) She so soaky in the pan, I had to drill her (Dud) .5 up under the pillow, I done turnt to a killer (Dud) [Chorus: Lil Gotit] I went Wafi but today I start, it came from [?] (Pussy) Smashing in the rain, her tires like the cat spinnin' Yeah the [?] the Richard Mille, but I can't stop spendin' (Let's go) All my riders got 2 b*tches, and the Glock filthy (Let's get it) BM baby daddy keep talkin' real silly (Pussy, yeah) I'll shoot this b*tch up on Father's Day, ni**a play with me (Pussy) Shooter with me, green dot ya, he poppin' out a Bentley (Ghost) The gangsta line up for ya baby but you movin' fidgety (Talk to 'em) [Verse 2: Lil PJ] Yeah, I can't go for nothin', Strain gotta keep the blicky with me (At all times) Exotic smokin', rollin' Biscotti, havin' the best in the city (The city) Money be talkin' (Money be talkin'), we steady be walkin', she on molly, she showin' them titties (Showin' them titties) Pipe up the show, we gon' rock out the show (Yeah) I'm the youngest in charge and I'm with it (Yeah, yeah) I just been livin' my life, been doin' what I'm doin', don't change my goals Might go baguettey, been gettin' into this fetty (Fetty) Might go all white, might go rose gold (Rose gold) Sippin' codiene, been showin' my ass (My ass) Might cop your vibe, she all in her bag (All in her bag) Ain't have no grip we swervin' the cat The gang too litty, it's forever slatt (Slatt) I had to make me a plan, just ridin' that water right on my own I ain't steppin' in no regular tee, lil' b*tch, yeah this is Chrome (Chrome Heart) Get on these drugs, get faded, pop a perc, b*tch have my baby Picked up the pipe, picked up the mic, I swear this sh*t here saved me (On god) [Chorus: Lil Gotit] I went Wafi but today I start, it came from [?] (Pussy) Smashing in the rain, her tires like the cat spinnin' Yeah the [?] the Richard Mille, but I can't stop spendin' (Let's go) All my riders got 2 b*tches, and the Glock filthy BM baby daddy keep talkin' real silly (Pussy) I'll shoot this b*tch up on Father's Day, ni**a play with me (Pussy) Shooter with me, green dot ya, he poppin' out a Bentley The gangsta line up for ya baby but you movin' fidgety (Talk to 'em)