Top Songs By Lil Berete
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Berete
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lil Berete
Composer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wildin', stylin'
Run to the money like sonic
[Verse 2]
Whoa, I'm wildin', what the fuck am I signin'?
Design on my body, I'm stylin'
Trap hard till I find it, yeah
Money on your head, lil' ****
I don't know why you wildin'
Honeys that I met, they just comin' through my drive way, yeah
It's only my **** I'ma ride for, yeah
It's only my **** I'ma die for, yeah
But shawty, she just trippin', why you lie for? yeah
Free my bros out them cages, this is my court, yeah
[Verse 3]
They sayin' yeah I started out with dirty shoes
Went to town with some dirty boots
I was hangin' out with the nerds in school
And now I'm with my broskies
I'm proud, I need a trophy
And now she claim she know me
Like check the score, like four three
My feature watch your rollie
They ring my line like holy
Now quit that, you don't know me
And I'ma keep on goin' hard till they call me OG
[Verse 4]
Never talk to the police, **** snitchin' on my homie
Shoutout broskie Jovi, she ride me like a pony
I just tell her show me
**** used to hate, back then I was lonely
Now they wanna show me love
Is it 'cause a **** up?
I'm too high and I'm suck, shawty wanna give it up
I be out goin' hard, this shit ain't luck
STN my clique we up
Now she wanna kiss and hug
And now she wetter than a rug
She pleadin', guess I need a pub
Only real ones in my blood
If it rolls, I got 'nough red dotty in the blunt
Shawty tryna treat me rough, know but our team clutch
Yeah, Lil' ****, I'm the shit that you can't flush
[Verse 5]
Whoa, I'm wildin', what the fuck am I signin'?
Design on my body, I'm stylin'
Trap hard till I find it, yeah
Money on your head, lil' ****
I don't know why you wildin'
Honeys that I met, they just comin' through my drive way, yeah
It's only my **** I'ma ride for, yeah
It's only my **** I'ma die for, yeah
But shawty, she just trippin', why you lie for? yeah
Free my bros out them cages, this is my court, yeah
[Verse 6]
My ****, they locked for time
Ya'll stole off my grind
It's like gold I gotta find
These hoes, just live, they're mine
Like gold, I gotta shine
Pour four in the eight, no nine
Never ate like all night
From the bottom, yeah I gotta get it
For my family, yeah I gotta win it
Peregrine, you can call it spinach
Yes, my homie, yeah, you know he hit it
I started gettin' colder
Spanish bitch like hola
I drink the hate like it's cola
I'm in the sky with a reefer
He say he roll with a nina
I was on the block with a ball, like Fifa
Yeah, yeah, and I was in the hut like they can't see us
Yeah, I can't stop till I get me a freezer
Out from my OG I learned how nip it and re-up
[Verse 7]
Whoa, I'm wildin', what the fuck am I signin'?
Design on my body, I'm stylin'
Trap hard till I find it, yeah
Money on your head, lil' ****
I don't know why you wildin'
Honeys that I met, they just comin' through my drive way, yeah
It's only my **** I'ma ride for, yeah
It's only my **** I'ma die for, yeah
But shawty, she just trippin', why you lie for? yeah
Free my bros out them cages, this is my court, yeah
Written by: Lil Berte
