Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fit Lit (Betty White) , by - Jim Jones. Release date: 12.01.2022
Song language: English
Fit Lit (Betty White) |
| I played the water like Navy Seals |
| Honda Accord drivin', trying to see how this Mercedes feel |
| M&M's with no Shady deal (No) |
| Moncler’s with millions, couple grand made in the same building (same building) |
| 6th floor, auntie Barbra made greens every Thanksgiving (uh) |
| Nadia interior, cranberry sauce (cranberry) |
| Sports, drugs and entertainment, just like Cam used to talk |
| Cameras flashin' |
| Every movie you see me like Samuel Jackson (see me) |
| Sold the club Pelle |
| Hit a lick, me and my mans was matchin' (matchin') |
| Can’t imagine, all the hours spent, tryin' do right |
| We seen that wrong (wrong) |
| We paid for white, got brown sugar |
| But ain’t see Nia Long (I ain’t see her) |
| Gallery Department, Camouflage, it look like Vietnam (uh huh) |
| Me and Vibe, smoking out a Porsche |
| It look like Cheech and Chong |
| Capo |
| R.I.P the same day we lost Betty White |
| I bought Chrissy the Porsche |
| And of course, we named it Betty White (facts) |
| Back to Chanel, eating Prime 112 every night |
| And if we really got to get there, well shit we catch a jet tonight |
| I’m from where bank stop issues first, if you lose than you bet it twice (shoot |
| it back) |
| Up a couple mil but I’m still ducking fetty like (watch the phone) |
| Feeling like they trying to catch me up like Fetty Wap |
| It’s not smelly but you know this thing of ours ain’t gon never stop (murder |
| whats up) |
| Up in Harlem they was slinging powder up on every block (12) |
| They was whipping that ready rock boy, you’d think that shit was Betty Crock |
| (we outside) |
| They tryna slander my name, even make up that fake paperwork |
| I felt grandma’s pain, I sold cane when she went straight to work (whip it) |
| With everything I been through I still don’t harbor feelings |
| In Miami, when you spin through you might catch me in Bal Harbour chillin |
| Having that shit on wasn’t personal |
| Ripping up them tickets in front of pigs while I’m cursin (fuck the cops) |
| Bonnie &Clyde, Chrissy will put that cig in her Birkin |
| If you do collide than somebody gon die when that cig get to jerkin |
| You workin |
| This is part of the workout, come on |
| Aye, Yeah, Yea |
| I grew up just a block away from hell |
| Couple keys away from jail |
| The ghetto had us trapped |
| Find a way I needed bail |
| Lord forgive us but we tryin |
| These young niggas lost and these rap niggas dying |
| While I’m out here wearing diamonds |
| And I’m startin' to feel guilty |
| It’s pressure in my city |
| I bought Rollie’s, I got drunk, push Bentleys through my city |
| Success in my circle, 20 Benz’s in my circle |
| Over here, boy it’s just a family matter it’s never Urkel |
| There’s pain in my bars, in my days I been scarred |
| Had my dreams in that pot with that soda whip it hard |
| Never stays the way it was and it hurts when you gotta kill a |
| Nigga that you love but you do it out of love |
| If we gonna do it out of love, we gotta slow it down a little bit |
| Catch a vibe with it, we gotta love slow out here (shit crazy) |
| Can’t be loving too fast (yeah), I know what I like tho |
| I like a nice little vibe (yeah), white nikes in my size (yeah) |
| I like cars that talk back, I’m Michael Knight with the rides |
| I like ice in the front (ooh), I like ice on the sides (ooh) |
| So niggas talking sideways get some ice in they eyes (see me nigga) |
| I like pizza recipe, not a slice on the pies (for real) |
| The hatin came with the chicken, like a sprite and some fries (for real) |
| Crib got like four wings, no rice on the side (no carbs) |
| I feel like they money too low now my price is too high |
| But enough of what I like, what you niggas hating on (huh) |
| The real niggas, that ain’t tryin to put a fake one on (huh) |
| The go getters, who went and got what you was waiting on (huh) |
| The real sliders, who been around that been skating long (whew) |
| Keeping shit in line (yeah), keep that shit in mind (yeah) |
| Fit lit, going up, all that shit incline (its up) |
| I want it all and I get all that shit in time (I get all that) |
| My favorite lie is when she tell me that that shit is mine |
| Virgil |