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Braylen Summers - Litty Af Lyrics



Braylen Summers - Litty Af Lyrics




Your so lit
Bossed up (Bossed up)
I am the shit
Don't give a f*ck (Don't give a f*ck)
Yeah , Yeah (Bray Gang)
Get get get get

Wrist on Antarctica yeah that shit froze (yeah)
I aint shootin' three's but I shoot like Derrick rose (yeah, yeah)
Vvs diamonds drippin' right down to my toes (to my toes)
Pull up on ya block spray you down like a hose
Not in New York but I milly rock
Yeah , I keep the glock
Pulling up like a parking lot
You say you bout a lot , but you not
Sending shots , aim for ya head like a headshot
Bitch I'm going off like a motherf*ckin' drop top
Gucci in my closet lookin' like a Gucci store
Got the wave coming in , knock a nigga off shore
You aint bout that action so stop acting hard core
Every night I count these M's man f*ck all you whores
Extend wit ah clip yeah I'm really strapped up
Think you gon' catch me you gon' need back up
Keep thinking shits funny this not stand up
On a money makin' move bitch step ya bands up
Ran up a check so I can go and flex
Pull up and wreck , shooters on deck
You aint bout it , pop a nigga like a motherf*ckin Percocet

Diamonds drippin'
Money flippin'
Slippin' but I aint trippin'
Making stacks back to back you know I be really thuggin'
Nigga's claiming every hood you know that shit be buggin'

They just mad cuz my rollie really tick tock
Nah bitch I wont stop
Tweak my grind you get dropped
Don't f*ck wit no ops so go head and call the cops
Gettin' head like a stylist
Ride the dick like a mileage
I'm on top this not my highest
F*cked that bitch into a crisis
Got that Draco case they act a fool
All this ice , we still not cool
You cant even flex if you gotta bring ya shit back
Run up a check , trynna get that bag
Poppin' them tags
Whippin' in the jag
Bitch I'm on top , like that

Run up run up run up run up
Gotta go get these stacks
They wanna send shots you know that I got that strap
I been up all night trynna sell these f*cking packs
I'm trynna buy my mom a house that cost a lot of racks

Yeah , yeah , yeah , yeah , yeah
I gotta go get that bag , aye aye
I gotta go get that bag , aye aye
I gotta go get that bag , aye aye
Yeah , yeah , yeah , yeah , yeah
Been trynna get that bag
I'm been really Poppin' tags
Young nigga up top and I'm up next but I aint fallin'
Young nigga aint stallin'
I always keep two phones just in case the money keep calling
Yeah yeah yeah
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Your so lit
Bossed up (Bossed up)
I am the shit
Don't give a f*ck (Don't give a f*ck)
Yeah , Yeah (Bray Gang)
Get get get get

Wrist on Antarctica yeah that shit froze (yeah)
I aint shootin' three's but I shoot like Derrick rose (yeah, yeah)
Vvs diamonds drippin' right down to my toes (to my toes)
Pull up on ya block spray you down like a hose
Not in New York but I milly rock
Yeah , I keep the glock
Pulling up like a parking lot
You say you bout a lot , but you not
Sending shots , aim for ya head like a headshot
Bitch I'm going off like a motherf*ckin' drop top
Gucci in my closet lookin' like a Gucci store
Got the wave coming in , knock a nigga off shore
You aint bout that action so stop acting hard core
Every night I count these M's man f*ck all you whores
Extend wit ah clip yeah I'm really strapped up
Think you gon' catch me you gon' need back up
Keep thinking shits funny this not stand up
On a money makin' move bitch step ya bands up
Ran up a check so I can go and flex
Pull up and wreck , shooters on deck
You aint bout it , pop a nigga like a motherf*ckin Percocet

Diamonds drippin'
Money flippin'
Slippin' but I aint trippin'
Making stacks back to back you know I be really thuggin'
Nigga's claiming every hood you know that shit be buggin'

They just mad cuz my rollie really tick tock
Nah bitch I wont stop
Tweak my grind you get dropped
Don't f*ck wit no ops so go head and call the cops
Gettin' head like a stylist
Ride the dick like a mileage
I'm on top this not my highest
F*cked that bitch into a crisis
Got that Draco case they act a fool
All this ice , we still not cool
You cant even flex if you gotta bring ya shit back
Run up a check , trynna get that bag
Poppin' them tags
Whippin' in the jag
Bitch I'm on top , like that

Run up run up run up run up
Gotta go get these stacks
They wanna send shots you know that I got that strap
I been up all night trynna sell these f*cking packs
I'm trynna buy my mom a house that cost a lot of racks

Yeah , yeah , yeah , yeah , yeah
I gotta go get that bag , aye aye
I gotta go get that bag , aye aye
I gotta go get that bag , aye aye
Yeah , yeah , yeah , yeah , yeah
Been trynna get that bag
I'm been really Poppin' tags
Young nigga up top and I'm up next but I aint fallin'
Young nigga aint stallin'
I always keep two phones just in case the money keep calling
Yeah yeah yeah
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