Y.E-Lit

bag shit cash flip hit the block drip wet do the dash split dancin sexting romancing watch that ass lift coochie callin me oh is it can it be hit hit hit hittin as i watch an i trip a young nigga lit lit lit ho dont make a scene i pop out for this green scrapin thru the block hear the hos say my name i aint focused on the pussy money aint a thang walkin like a chief everybody want the fame leave a bit h where she hang i aint got the time of day said we chasing to this cake baby droppin them cakes an gone send a nigha love mines be comin all day see u fuck wit scrubs cant give a bitch none go an fuck on one of thes suckas cause E dont show no love