Easter Fit (feat. Future) letra

Yeah, back to the cash (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Died in the Easter fit before you can wear it out, yeah, yeah
I just bought a brand-new ratchet at my grandma house, uh, uh
I been wavin' that gat' since a juvenile, uh, uh
I be dressed like a martian, takeoff, rockets now, uh, uh
Ooh, I'm dressin' tacky, none of my designers match, uh, uh
Not my main bitch but she got my name tatted, uh, uh
You gotta front me a mill' or I'm not comin' back, uh, uh
When it come to poppin' my shit, bitch, I was made for that, uh, uh

Two hunnid on the coupe, I'ma come through like a maniac
Lil' nigga stole my style and had to bring it back
Bad lil' bitch in college, she give me brainiac
Any kids woofin they could've do it gimme their candies pack
Blueface wanted the same colors as them hunnids is
Heard your shooter was strapped but he gon' run with heels
He just spent new bands inside of Barnerville
I'm so money savage just like Uncle Phil
They know I run my city just like Big you
His thottie hold the choppa had me switchin shoes
No kid in the back, can't yell, they better not play with you
Hustlin' in my veins, do what my daddy do

Died in the Easter fit before you can wear it out, yeah, yeah
I just bought a brand-new ratchet at my grandma house, uh, uh
I been wavin' that gat' since a juvenile, uh, uh
I be dressed like a martian, takeoff, rockets now, uh, uh
Ooh, I'm dressin' tacky, none of my designers match, uh, uh
Not my main bitch but she got my name tatted, uh, uh
You gotta front me a mill' or I'm not comin' back, uh, uh
When it come to poppin' my shit, bitch, I was made for that, uh, uh

I'm 'bout to catch a private and I'ma be late for that, uh, uh
I just splashed a model, Mediterranean, uh, uh
Zoom, zoom, zoom in a Urus like a maniac, uh, uh
Fucked your bitch on sight, that's my lil' new-new, yeah, yeah
Mixin' lean and Sprite, it got my screws loose, yeah, yeah
Topped me and beggin' me: Please give me choo-choo, yeah, yeah
Shawty got down on her knees, slurped me like noodles, uh, uh
Choppin' a brick in the trap like I know kung fu, uh, uh
Pablo Escobar with the work, do numbers, yeah, yeah
Pop me one, I, whoo, turn to a monster, uh, uh
Forty pointers on her wrist, I'm her sponsor, yeah, yeah
That's the one, put that dick past her tonsils, uh, uh

Died in the Easter fit before you can wear it out, yeah, yeah
I just bought a brand-new ratchet at my grandma house, uh, uh
I been wavin' that gat' since a juvenile, uh, uh

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• Easter Fit (feat. Future)