Lit Up
Go out
Get fucked up
One of these muhfuckers gonna fuck with me, I know it
Fuck em
Can't just leave a mother fucker alone
I don't know why
I been drinking since I was barely old enough to be thinking
But I don't be thinking that I gotta problem
I just think I got a lot on my mind
So I go lookin for messages in a bottle at the bottom
I keep a J on deck for the head stress
Get my bud fresh from farm when they crop em
I don't like people much anymore I
Stay home to avoid em I don't entertain the drama
To many ego's buzzin
Plus
Too many people lookin for someone to follow
Too much broken
Trust
Your words don't mean shit
Your promises are hollow
I swear to God my circle get smaller every year
Pretty soon its gonna barely be a dot
Pretty sure if I could slip a hand in the gauntlet
And give a little snap I would do it on the spot
Cuz half of you mother fuckers really ain't shit
And half of you bitches really ain't shit either
If half of you mother fuckers disappeared quick
Half of the rest of us probably won't tear up
Probably gon' cheers up
Probably gonna put a couple hundred thousand blunts to the sky then re-up
Gonna get high till a satellite see us
Leave a message if you can't reach us
I just wanna roll my weed
I just wanna pour my drink
I don't wanna fuck with you
I don't wanna fuck with you
I don't wanna fuck with you
I just wanna smoke my weed
I just wanna sip my drink
I don't wanna fuck with you
I don't wanna fuck with you
I don't wanna fuck with you
I just wanna get
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
I just wanna get
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up (I don't wanna fuck with you)
I just wanna get
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
I just wanna get
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up (I don't wanna fuck with you)
I just wanna get
LIT UP
Cuz lord knows I know
Lotta trouble going on and lord knows I don't
Know how to not go mad go psycho
It's hard enough not gettin mad suicidal
Good and the bad come and go in cycles
Been trying to make the good stick
Checkin on my fico
Still keep a budget for the hydro
Gotta keep at least a couple Swishes in the jeep wherever I go
And I ain't gonna pass it to you if you suck though
I saw the demeanor the minute you rolled up bro
MAGA hat type of stupid with a tough pose
One flinch get all Scooby with the "ruh roh's"
I'll just pass that shit right past ya
Still not give no fuck right after
That's Snoop's Dream that we puffin on
We sipping Gin and Juice and gettin plastered
And I don't got enough to share with you buzz kill bitches
Too bad for you
Cuz me and every one of my friends roll blunts real vicious
I know sad but true
But you got attitude look like a dude who might get rude
If he has another Jack or two
If I were you I would go and hit the Avenue
Because
I don't
Fuck with
YOU
I just wanna roll my weed
I just wanna pour my drink
I don't wanna fuck with you
I don't wanna fuck with you
I don't wanna fuck with you
I just wanna smoke my weed
I just wanna sip my drink
I don't wanna fuck with you
I don't wanna fuck with you
I don't wanna fuck with you
I just wanna get
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
I just wanna get
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up (I don't wanna fuck with you)
I just wanna get
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
I just wanna get
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up (I don't wanna fuck with you)
I just wanna get
LIT UP
Uh huh
I wanna get lit up
I just don't want the hangover
I'm callin outa work
Fuck it
Get fucked up
One of these muhfuckers gonna fuck with me, I know it
Fuck em
Can't just leave a mother fucker alone
I don't know why
I been drinking since I was barely old enough to be thinking
But I don't be thinking that I gotta problem
I just think I got a lot on my mind
So I go lookin for messages in a bottle at the bottom
I keep a J on deck for the head stress
Get my bud fresh from farm when they crop em
I don't like people much anymore I
Stay home to avoid em I don't entertain the drama
To many ego's buzzin
Plus
Too many people lookin for someone to follow
Too much broken
Trust
Your words don't mean shit
Your promises are hollow
I swear to God my circle get smaller every year
Pretty soon its gonna barely be a dot
Pretty sure if I could slip a hand in the gauntlet
And give a little snap I would do it on the spot
Cuz half of you mother fuckers really ain't shit
And half of you bitches really ain't shit either
If half of you mother fuckers disappeared quick
Half of the rest of us probably won't tear up
Probably gon' cheers up
Probably gonna put a couple hundred thousand blunts to the sky then re-up
Gonna get high till a satellite see us
Leave a message if you can't reach us
I just wanna roll my weed
I just wanna pour my drink
I don't wanna fuck with you
I don't wanna fuck with you
I don't wanna fuck with you
I just wanna smoke my weed
I just wanna sip my drink
I don't wanna fuck with you
I don't wanna fuck with you
I don't wanna fuck with you
I just wanna get
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
I just wanna get
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up (I don't wanna fuck with you)
I just wanna get
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
I just wanna get
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up (I don't wanna fuck with you)
I just wanna get
LIT UP
Cuz lord knows I know
Lotta trouble going on and lord knows I don't
Know how to not go mad go psycho
It's hard enough not gettin mad suicidal
Good and the bad come and go in cycles
Been trying to make the good stick
Checkin on my fico
Still keep a budget for the hydro
Gotta keep at least a couple Swishes in the jeep wherever I go
And I ain't gonna pass it to you if you suck though
I saw the demeanor the minute you rolled up bro
MAGA hat type of stupid with a tough pose
One flinch get all Scooby with the "ruh roh's"
I'll just pass that shit right past ya
Still not give no fuck right after
That's Snoop's Dream that we puffin on
We sipping Gin and Juice and gettin plastered
And I don't got enough to share with you buzz kill bitches
Too bad for you
Cuz me and every one of my friends roll blunts real vicious
I know sad but true
But you got attitude look like a dude who might get rude
If he has another Jack or two
If I were you I would go and hit the Avenue
Because
I don't
Fuck with
YOU
I just wanna roll my weed
I just wanna pour my drink
I don't wanna fuck with you
I don't wanna fuck with you
I don't wanna fuck with you
I just wanna smoke my weed
I just wanna sip my drink
I don't wanna fuck with you
I don't wanna fuck with you
I don't wanna fuck with you
I just wanna get
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
I just wanna get
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up (I don't wanna fuck with you)
I just wanna get
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
I just wanna get
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up
LIT UP
Lit up, lit up (I don't wanna fuck with you)
I just wanna get
LIT UP
Uh huh
I wanna get lit up
I just don't want the hangover
I'm callin outa work
Fuck it
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Writer(s): Cory Tate
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