Super Lit Boi
Pocket full of reds, putting bitches on trends
Got the AK in a golf cart
Wishing I'd never got started, I'm missing that party
And Snap's really tugging my heart
I'm tryna get right with my money
I wanna live all on my own
Decided if I'm in it, I love it
And this side the only thing that I know
Okay, no way, no how
These hoes wanna know what this about
Got some evil, in the way of cleaning house
And it weighs on my mind, yeah
One, two, three, it's all over me
Is this the man that I'm supposed to be?
Living life so fast that I might crash
I'm a super lit boi, there's no passing me
I got a bowl like the Mannings, all in my family
Halloween hoes got some pussy like candy
Handsome motherfucker, better know it come in handy
Yeah, the next time you see me, I'm with RiRi at the Grammys
Smash out, came a long, long way from the past now
There's a whole lot of shame in they past now
They be sleeping on me, all the hours passed out
Fucking passed out (Passed out)
Oh, yeah
One, two, three, it's all over me
Is this the man that I'm supposed to be?
Living life so fast that I might crash
I'm a super lit boi, there's no passing me (Yeah)
I was raised up different as in if in I got you the think
I would say no pics when I'm on my shit
but that's the game I play (Yeah)
If you act all hard with a camera on but you feel like no one knows
I would rather live life on the road than sell away my soul
Yeah, no worries, checks still deposit
Whole lotta plaques surround my carotid
Watching me call it before I hit, Babe Ruth
Know when you got it, you play loose
And I'ma get it while I came, yeah, turn up
Feeling ain't the same, yeah, turn up
Hold it like it sings (Oh yeah)
We just wanna play, oh, yeah
And we bring all the love (And we bring all the love)
Like, back when I was young (Back when I was young)
This feel like a drug
Like, this feel like a drug (Oh)
Oh, this feel like a drug (Oh)
Okay, no way, no how
These hoes wanna know what this about
Got some evil, in the way of cleaning house
And it weighs on my mind, yeah
One, two, three, it's all over me
Is this the man that I'm supposed to be?
Living life so fast that I might crash
I'm a super lit boi, there's no passing me
Got the AK in a golf cart
Wishing I'd never got started, I'm missing that party
And Snap's really tugging my heart
I'm tryna get right with my money
I wanna live all on my own
Decided if I'm in it, I love it
And this side the only thing that I know
Okay, no way, no how
These hoes wanna know what this about
Got some evil, in the way of cleaning house
And it weighs on my mind, yeah
One, two, three, it's all over me
Is this the man that I'm supposed to be?
Living life so fast that I might crash
I'm a super lit boi, there's no passing me
I got a bowl like the Mannings, all in my family
Halloween hoes got some pussy like candy
Handsome motherfucker, better know it come in handy
Yeah, the next time you see me, I'm with RiRi at the Grammys
Smash out, came a long, long way from the past now
There's a whole lot of shame in they past now
They be sleeping on me, all the hours passed out
Fucking passed out (Passed out)
Oh, yeah
One, two, three, it's all over me
Is this the man that I'm supposed to be?
Living life so fast that I might crash
I'm a super lit boi, there's no passing me (Yeah)
I was raised up different as in if in I got you the think
I would say no pics when I'm on my shit
but that's the game I play (Yeah)
If you act all hard with a camera on but you feel like no one knows
I would rather live life on the road than sell away my soul
Yeah, no worries, checks still deposit
Whole lotta plaques surround my carotid
Watching me call it before I hit, Babe Ruth
Know when you got it, you play loose
And I'ma get it while I came, yeah, turn up
Feeling ain't the same, yeah, turn up
Hold it like it sings (Oh yeah)
We just wanna play, oh, yeah
And we bring all the love (And we bring all the love)
Like, back when I was young (Back when I was young)
This feel like a drug
Like, this feel like a drug (Oh)
Oh, this feel like a drug (Oh)
Okay, no way, no how
These hoes wanna know what this about
Got some evil, in the way of cleaning house
And it weighs on my mind, yeah
One, two, three, it's all over me
Is this the man that I'm supposed to be?
Living life so fast that I might crash
I'm a super lit boi, there's no passing me
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Writer(s): Francis Gora, Jared Litmanovich
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