Jim Jones - Fit Lit [Betty White] Lyrics

You know

I played the water like Navy Seals
Honda Accord drivin'
Tryna see how this Mercedes feel
M&Ms with no Shady deal (No)
Monclers with millions
Couple grand made in the same building
(Same building) sixth floor
Auntie Barbara made greens every Thanksgiving
(Uh)
Now the 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 Pelles, hit a lick
Me and my man was matchin' (Matchin')
Can't imagine all the hours
Spеnt tryna do right, we seen it wrong
(Wrong) we paid for white, got brown sugar
But ain't see Nia Long (I ain't see hеr)
Gallery Department camouflage
Shit look like Vietnam (Uh, huh)
Me and Vibe smoking out a Porsche
Shit look like Cheech and Chong

Capo
Wrote RIP the same day we lost Betty White
I bought Chrissy the Porsche and of
Course we named it Betty White (Facts)
It's back to Chanel
Eating Prime 112 every night
And if we really gotta get there, well, shit
We catch a jet tonight
I'm from where bang, stop, and
Shoot first, if you lose
Then you bet it twice (Shoot it back)
Up a couple of mil'
But I'm still ducking fedy life
(Watch the phone)
It's feeling like they tryna catch
Me up like Fetty Wap it's not smelly
But you know this thing of
Ours ain't gon' never stop
(Murder, what's up?) up in Harlem
They was slinging powder up on every block
They was whipping that ready rock, boy
You'd think that shit was Betty Crock
(We outside) they try to slander my name
Even make up that fake paperwork
I felt grandma's pain
I sold 'caine when she went straight to work
(Whip it)
With everything that I been through
I still don't harbor feelings
In Miami, when you spin through
You might catch me in Bal Harbour chillin'
(It's facts)
I am having that shit on was a person
Ripping up them tickets in front
The pigs while I'm cursin' (F*ck the cops)
Bonnie and Clyde
Chrissy'll put that cig in her Birkin
If we do collide, then somebody gon' die
When that cig get to jerkin', we workin'

This is part of the workout, come on (yeah)
Ayy (yeah, yeah)

I grew up just a block away from hell
Couple keys away from jail
The ghetto had us trapped, find a way out
Needed bail lord forgive us, but we tryin'
These young niggas lost and
These rap niggas dying
While I'm out here wearin' diamonds
And I'm startin' to feel guilty
It's pressure in my city
I bought Rollies, I got drunk
Push Bentleys through my city
Success in my circle
Twenty Benzes 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 gon' do it out of love
We gotta slow it down a little bit
Catch a vibe with it
You gotta love slow out here (Shit crazy)
Can't be loving too fast (yeah)
I know what I like though

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 on the front
(O oh) , I like ice on the sides (O oh)
So niggas talking sideways get some
Ice in they eyes (See me, nigga?)
I like the pizza recipe
Not a slice of 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 low
Not my price is too high (It ain't me)
But enough about what I like
What you niggas hating on? (Uh)
The real niggas that ain't tryna
Put a fake one on (Uh)
The go getters who went and got
What you was waiting on (Uh)
The real sliders who been around
That been skating long (Woo)
Keeping shit in line
(yeah) , keep that shit in mind (yeah)
Fit lit, going up, all that shit incline
(It's up) i want it all and I'll get
All that shit in time (Get all that)
My favorite lie is when she tell
Me that that shit is mine (Heard you)