It's Lit
Yeah
Had ambition ever since
I first picked up the pen
Claiming that your sippin' lean
Boy, that's tonic and gin
I been eatin' good
Boy, you lookin' a little thin
I'ma starter boy
You gettin' played
Like a violin
I can never stop
That's on my mama, that's on God
I'm taking big leaps
Boy, you can call me a frog
I'ma talk my shit
Until the toilet is clogged
You so corny
Boy, you more like a corn on the cob
You in danger, boy
I'm about to make you my prey
I'ma soulja boy
But my name is not 'Dre Way
I don't play with toys
I'ma let the AK spray
I just told ya' boy
Get the fuck up outta my way
I'm the paper boy
I can count it up to no end
I'll say it once again
Boy, I don't care who I offend
Gucci corduroys
Ferragamo and Louboutin
Louboutin, oh my God
It don't matter
I'm still the don, now
You can call me Travis Scott
Because it's lit
(It's lit)
And I don't give a fuck about you
I'll admit
I'd die to see you hop up
On a mic and spit
(Spit that shit)
You can't make a hit
I think it's time you quit
(Haha)
Give it up, you suck
Real shit
You could suck a bowling ball
through a straw
You lil' bitch
I guess you could say I'm a dog
I know a few tricks
Kill the game and then
I make like a banana
And split
Oh man, that's original
You still get it
Saint Laurent my whole closet
And it's all fitted
Got a biddy flippin' work for ya boy
Oh yeah, she wit' it
They be tryna guard me
But then I hit 'em with the pivot
I ain't never sold my soul
But I sure did pay the price
Took my chances on life
Oh yes, I rolled the dice
You can hate all you want
But it'll never slow me down
If you wanna stop what I be on
You gotta take my life
That's facts, I'm back
Wit' a brand new vision
I'm a show-stopper
In any and every division
Only good at math
When it's how much I'm spending
Hating on the fact that
You will never be in my position
Now
You can call me Travis Scott
Because it's lit
(It's lit)
And I don't give a fuck about you
I'll admit
I'd die to see you hop up
On a mic and spit
(Spit that shit)
You can't make a hit
I think it's time you quit
Haha, real shit
Shout out to Eminem, man
Shout out to the GOAT
Ummm, let me think
Oh yeah, fuck all you hoes
Fuck all you haters
Y'all talkin' shit about me
I wanna see y'all hop on the mic
I wanna see what y'all really got
Cause I seriously doubt
I highly doubt
Y'all got shit up y'alls sleeves
Hmmm
Had ambition ever since
I first picked up the pen
Claiming that your sippin' lean
Boy, that's tonic and gin
I been eatin' good
Boy, you lookin' a little thin
I'ma starter boy
You gettin' played
Like a violin
I can never stop
That's on my mama, that's on God
I'm taking big leaps
Boy, you can call me a frog
I'ma talk my shit
Until the toilet is clogged
You so corny
Boy, you more like a corn on the cob
You in danger, boy
I'm about to make you my prey
I'ma soulja boy
But my name is not 'Dre Way
I don't play with toys
I'ma let the AK spray
I just told ya' boy
Get the fuck up outta my way
I'm the paper boy
I can count it up to no end
I'll say it once again
Boy, I don't care who I offend
Gucci corduroys
Ferragamo and Louboutin
Louboutin, oh my God
It don't matter
I'm still the don, now
You can call me Travis Scott
Because it's lit
(It's lit)
And I don't give a fuck about you
I'll admit
I'd die to see you hop up
On a mic and spit
(Spit that shit)
You can't make a hit
I think it's time you quit
(Haha)
Give it up, you suck
Real shit
You could suck a bowling ball
through a straw
You lil' bitch
I guess you could say I'm a dog
I know a few tricks
Kill the game and then
I make like a banana
And split
Oh man, that's original
You still get it
Saint Laurent my whole closet
And it's all fitted
Got a biddy flippin' work for ya boy
Oh yeah, she wit' it
They be tryna guard me
But then I hit 'em with the pivot
I ain't never sold my soul
But I sure did pay the price
Took my chances on life
Oh yes, I rolled the dice
You can hate all you want
But it'll never slow me down
If you wanna stop what I be on
You gotta take my life
That's facts, I'm back
Wit' a brand new vision
I'm a show-stopper
In any and every division
Only good at math
When it's how much I'm spending
Hating on the fact that
You will never be in my position
Now
You can call me Travis Scott
Because it's lit
(It's lit)
And I don't give a fuck about you
I'll admit
I'd die to see you hop up
On a mic and spit
(Spit that shit)
You can't make a hit
I think it's time you quit
Haha, real shit
Shout out to Eminem, man
Shout out to the GOAT
Ummm, let me think
Oh yeah, fuck all you hoes
Fuck all you haters
Y'all talkin' shit about me
I wanna see y'all hop on the mic
I wanna see what y'all really got
Cause I seriously doubt
I highly doubt
Y'all got shit up y'alls sleeves
Hmmm
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Writer(s): Brice Pendergraff
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