Yung Lava - Get Litty lyrics

[Intro: Tizzy Stackz] Get litty baby [?] Get litty baby Greenlight gang Aye, aye [Chorus: Tizzy Stackz] Try to line me, get litty baby Yeah, I fu*k with them killas, them killas crazy Hurry, pepper the opps, yeah, them ni**as hatin' Little treesh in the back tryna have my baby Greenlight gang like Yoda I'm these ni**as' pops, no soda Get money, trap from all the roll-ups Freak little b*tch in my phone, she a blower Try to line me, get litty baby Yeah I fu*k with them killas, them killas crazy Hurry, pepper the opps, yeah, them ni**as hatin' Little treesh in the back tryna havе my baby Greenlight gang like Yoda I'm these ni**as' pops, no soda Gеt money, trap from all the roll-ups Freak little b*tch in my phone, she a blower [Verse: Yung Lava] fu*k ni**a, better stay out my mentions For Stenno, I keep an extension Gun long like a sword, we fencin' When I pop, it'll run for the exit 'Cause I fu*k with them hittas And them killas crazy And I'm straight out the zone (Straight out the zone) I'm a 1800 baby A ni**a got the software like Sony Young ni**a on his grind like Tony He wasn't fed, he got hit, he boney When gon' turn him into a pack like Sony ni**as copy cats, they wanna clone me Plottin' on my head, they wanna dome me But they don't want no smoke, it's phony Lil' belt on my boy, it's just bogies Shout Greenlight gang, that's my crodies FY', he a muscle, like Cody Who you know to do dirt with no co-ey? Roll up and sling 9 on his Rollie 'Cause I get it in, I'm a veteran Quick to light him up like Eddison Then I walk off, no evidence [Chorus: Tizzy Stackz] Try to line me, get litty baby Yeah, I fu*k with them killas, them killas crazy Hurry, pepper the opps, yeah, them ni**as hatin' Little treesh in the back tryna have my baby Greenlight gang like Yoda I'm these ni**as' pop's, no soda Get money, trap from all the roll-ups Freak little b*tch in my phone, she a blower Try to line me, get litty baby Yeah I fu*k with them killas, them killas crazy Hurry, pepper the opps, yeah, them ni**as hatin' Little treesh in the back tryna have my baby Greenlight gang like Yoda I'm these ni**as' pops, no soda Get money, trap from all the roll-ups Freak little b*tch in my phone, she a blower