LIT
As long as my foot on the ground
I'm steady just striding for money and power
Vision impaired from the smoke from the loud
Shouts out my niggas they holding me down
Provoke and your soul be a blimp in the cloud
Cleaning em out, degrees when I speak coz I'm lit
So bring they bring me the ether, the heat and I'm spraying em down
Either you wit us we winnin' or you just adjacent
A clown and we calling you out
Glacier want paper and Havoc want acres
"Them niggas be yapping, what they on about?
Talking bout cash? I better reroute"
Spazz for the bands
For every verse nigga be on demand
Deliver a hearse with a pen in my hand
Makin' it work coz I boss out them tracks
Flows from asylum, they back and they bad
But don't get it twisted bro they do not lack
Vision is vivid I'm one of the best
To come out the east and to make it worse
I'm in my bag, oh man!
Hop in this bitch we lit, give no fuck and shit
Bouy we pop and shit
Only codeine in my cup, my blood is purple bitch
I don't care bout that shit
He a hoe, I ain't like that bitch
His girl put me on go, what you know?
I'm gon fuck his bitch
Only flex to fucken lead the way, all these niggas lost
Imma be a rich nigga by any costs, put that on God
Imma get them back and make em spazz
I gotta take a chance
Hop in this bitch we lit, me and my niggas we at it
Leaving all these niggas static
I got me a main and I got me a side
Which one do I lose, I cannot decide
When you first meet me, I'm such a nice guy
But fuck w my family, you surely gon die
Ask anybody, they know not to try
Ooh shawty bad, I think imma slide
I remember when these niggas were hatin
Just because we pull up like Bonnie and Clyde
Talkin my shit, I go harder than a bitch
Nigga I know I'm the shit
Look at my wrist, Michael Kors lil bitch
You know that I keep it lit
Man fuck it, this is not up for discussion
My nigga's choppa got percussion
Might as well push the button
He up to something
Fuck w him, get a concussion, on God
Hop in this bitch we lit, give no fuck and shit
Bouy we pop and shit
Only codeine in my cup, my blood is purple bitch
I don't care bout that shit
He a hoe, I ain't like that bitch
His girl put me on go, what you know?
I'm gon fuck his bitch
Only flex to fucken lead the way
All these niggas lost
Imma be a rich nigga by any costs, put that on God
Imma get them back and make em spazz
I gotta take a chance
Hop in this bitch we lit, me and my niggas we at it
Leaving all these niggas static
I'm steady just striding for money and power
Vision impaired from the smoke from the loud
Shouts out my niggas they holding me down
Provoke and your soul be a blimp in the cloud
Cleaning em out, degrees when I speak coz I'm lit
So bring they bring me the ether, the heat and I'm spraying em down
Either you wit us we winnin' or you just adjacent
A clown and we calling you out
Glacier want paper and Havoc want acres
"Them niggas be yapping, what they on about?
Talking bout cash? I better reroute"
Spazz for the bands
For every verse nigga be on demand
Deliver a hearse with a pen in my hand
Makin' it work coz I boss out them tracks
Flows from asylum, they back and they bad
But don't get it twisted bro they do not lack
Vision is vivid I'm one of the best
To come out the east and to make it worse
I'm in my bag, oh man!
Hop in this bitch we lit, give no fuck and shit
Bouy we pop and shit
Only codeine in my cup, my blood is purple bitch
I don't care bout that shit
He a hoe, I ain't like that bitch
His girl put me on go, what you know?
I'm gon fuck his bitch
Only flex to fucken lead the way, all these niggas lost
Imma be a rich nigga by any costs, put that on God
Imma get them back and make em spazz
I gotta take a chance
Hop in this bitch we lit, me and my niggas we at it
Leaving all these niggas static
I got me a main and I got me a side
Which one do I lose, I cannot decide
When you first meet me, I'm such a nice guy
But fuck w my family, you surely gon die
Ask anybody, they know not to try
Ooh shawty bad, I think imma slide
I remember when these niggas were hatin
Just because we pull up like Bonnie and Clyde
Talkin my shit, I go harder than a bitch
Nigga I know I'm the shit
Look at my wrist, Michael Kors lil bitch
You know that I keep it lit
Man fuck it, this is not up for discussion
My nigga's choppa got percussion
Might as well push the button
He up to something
Fuck w him, get a concussion, on God
Hop in this bitch we lit, give no fuck and shit
Bouy we pop and shit
Only codeine in my cup, my blood is purple bitch
I don't care bout that shit
He a hoe, I ain't like that bitch
His girl put me on go, what you know?
I'm gon fuck his bitch
Only flex to fucken lead the way
All these niggas lost
Imma be a rich nigga by any costs, put that on God
Imma get them back and make em spazz
I gotta take a chance
Hop in this bitch we lit, me and my niggas we at it
Leaving all these niggas static
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Writer(s): Tando Fumba
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