[Chorus: Fleej]
All of my fits come from Italy
We fucking like we been had chemistry
She love me, she cannot get rid of me
She love me, she cannot get rid of me
They plotting, they wanna get rid of me
I ride in that STO with that blick on me
Everyday I got that shit on me
This a trap nigga victory
All of my fits come from Italy
We fucking like we been had chemistry
She love me, she cannot get rid of me
She love me, she cannot get rid of me
They plotting, they wanna get rid of me
I ride in that STO with that blick on me
Everyday I got that shit on me
This a trap nigga victory
[Verse 1: Fleej]
P.J. the goon, walk in the room, I'm on my shit again
Fuck all the love, brodie just sent me the plug out in Michigan
Pour me a 4 then I'm spillin' it
Catch me an opp and I'm drillin' him
Empty the clip shit, run out of bullets then I'm pistol whipping him
All of these clothes are from overseas, a nigga be dressed in that different shit
Up in the store, catching licks again
Kill your dawg, catching vic' again
Blowing the weed, fuckin' your freak, in the trap countin' Benjamins
Came a long way from the visit list
Now she get wet when the ceiling lift
Niggas be hatin' but feelin' it
I'm only waitin' to kill 'em though
I'm only speaking the realest shit
Some niggas won't feel me though
[Chorus: Fleej]
All of my fits come from Italy
We fucking like we been had chemistry
She love me, she cannot get rid of me
She love me, she cannot get rid of me
They plotting, they wanna get rid of me
I ride in that STO with that blick on me
Everyday I got that shit on me
This a trap nigga victory
All of my fits come from Italy
We fucking like we been had chemistry
She love me, she cannot get rid of me
She love me, she cannot get rid of me
They plotting, they wanna get rid of me
I ride in that STO with that blick on me
Everyday I got that shit on me
This a trap nigga victory
[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, let's go
I ride around with a glick on me (Glick on me)
.44 Bulldog, that's a pit on me (Pit on me)
Nigga talk shit then he history (bah!)
I looked up his address on my computer, then the next day I had to go clear all my history (Woah, woah)
His bitch was feeling me
She sucked my dick then I brought her a 63
My brand new Pradas got no shoe strings in them, so I told that bitch that she never could trip on me (Woah, no)
My vehicle big, she drop to her knees
I make her suck it in the Veneno (Woah)
Okay one of me, prolly like three of me
Compared to you, 'cause nigga you broke
Brand new double R, that shit like a boat
The insides all white in that bitch like it's coke
Now boy what you tote? Inside of that Tote
I got some new toe, Chanel cost the most
What I do for my side bitch, can't even do that shit on the low
That's the reason that they call me the goat
[Chorus: Fleej]
All of my fits come from Italy (Yeah)
We fucking like we been had chemistry
She love me, she cannot get rid of me
She love me, she cannot get rid of me
They plotting, they wanna get rid of me
I ride in that STO with that blick on me
Everyday I got that shit on me
This a trap, nigga, victory
All of my fits come from Italy
We fucking like we been had chemistry
She love me, she cannot get rid of me
She love me, she cannot get rid of me
They plotting, they wanna get rid of me
I ride in that STO with that blick on me
Everyday I got that shit on me
This a trap, nigga, victory
