Lit

My niggas wanna eat lets all have a family dinner
She can't take a l her ass on l boy she a winner
Flexing all this gold, this no sterling silver
Flexing in the winter ice on my neck make me shiver
Ray-bans shades my face and now I'm feeling like that nigga
Bitch I'm from Chi-town I roll off hittas not them jiggas
That hoe asking about me I'm gon hit her I'm gon hit her
I'm tryna blow right now you got some woods, vegas, or swishers
I say fuck the bowls
Save that for the hoes
I just rocked a show and doin splurging at the store
She gon give me throat ain't gotta give her any strokes
Stress me Imma smoke
Test me Imma poke
I like buying designer
Flashing money gon excite her
I'm a seller not a buyer
You a teller not a rider
Goofy think I'm a provider
I'm tryna smoke you got a lighter
Try to tell me that you lit I pull up with them fire fighters



Credits
Writer(s): Alonzo Bardney
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