Get Me Lit

Gun on my hip
I'll get you hit
I'm with my bitch yeah
She get me lit yeah
She gone drive me brazy
She gone drive me brazy
She gone roll me some
Until my eyes on Satan

Gun on my hip
I'll get you hit
I'm with my bitch yeah
She get me lit yeah
She gone drive me brazy
She gone drive me brazy
She gone roll me some
Until my eyes on Satan

Rolling solo smoking on some kill
It came vacuumed sealed
Can't put no bitch before my dogs unless I'm hitting her from the rear
She say she love me
Probably say that shit in everybody ear
Picture me rolling
With the burner on me with a blunt between my lips
Heard them boys want some smoke
So I sent a fire drill
Oh no I can't read ya mind so tell me how you feel
Turned my yellow Fanta purple
Probably never cough again
Watched my uncle cook crack
Growing up as a kid
Watched my brothers flips packs
Watched em run through the bands
Every week a different car
Thin tires big rims
Shit had me motivated to be just like them
Probably why I'm on the plane getting lips trying to live
Woke up on a mission I got tunnel vision
Where as I will die for brothers And those I chose to live with
I'm the one I'm really different living optimistic
I'm at your neck like a pendant trying to clear the business
(Yeah yeah)

Gun on my hip
I'll get you hit
I'm with my bitch yeah
She get me lit yeah
She gone drive me brazy
She gone drive me brazy
She gone roll me some
Until my eyes on Satan

Gun on my hip
I'll get you hit
I'm with my bitch yeah
She get me lit yeah
She gone drive me brazy
She gone drive me brazy
She gone roll me some
Until my eyes on Satan

Gun on my hip
I'll get you hit
I'm with my bitch yeah
She get me lit yeah
She gone drive me brazy
She gone drive me brazy
She gone roll me some



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Coleman
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