Lit As Shit
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Go go yeah yeah
Go
Yeah yeah
Go
Yeah i used to sleep up on the floor and now I'm lit as shit
Yeah
And we spinning that nigga block and let that choppa spit
Damn
Man that hoe is for the streets i can't even cuff that bitch
Hearts on my jeans, number(N)ine i mix it with that rick
Yeah
We finna put that lil boy in a coffin
I'm feeling like Batman, you niggas Robin
My bitch feel like Ally, so I feel like Austin
Young nigga just came up from the bottom
Yeah I got all these racks straight up out the dirt
That boy talking crazy, pop him like a perc
Damn that nigga so broke why is your funds low
I'm not Hawaiian, the choppa got punch though
If you want a feature I need bout a hundo
I'm high as shit I could never get drunk though
And I could never fuck drunk hoes
I hop on the beat just for fun bro
I ain't used to have a lot of shit when I was growing up
Now I got a lot of shit my nigga cause I'm going up
You flexing that lil petty change but u can't even show enough
And I'm feeling like I'm Tecca how that girl is tryna show me up
Man these hoes is tryna hit my line just cause a nigga blowing up
Yeah i used to sleep up on the floor and now I'm lit as shit
Yeah
And we spinning that nigga block and let that choppa spit
Damn
Man that hoe is for the streets i can't even cuff that bitch
Hearts on my jeans, number(N)ine i mix it with that rick
Yeah
Woah Woah
Yee
Yeah let's go
Yeah
And I keep a stick on me that choppa finna send him up
We had shot your mans and now he dead you best go pick him up
We got hollow tips up in this glock I'm finna fill him up
Yeah what yeah go
Yeah we lit as shhh!
Hollow tips up in the stick
He talk down but he a (Latt)
She come over, blow her back
Scream my name, i pull her tracks
Im finna go spend a rack
Me and Jono hitting Saks
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Go go yeah yeah
Go
Yeah yeah
Go
Yeah i used to sleep up on the floor and now I'm lit as shit
Yeah
And we spinning that nigga block and let that choppa spit
Damn
Man that hoe is for the streets i can't even cuff that bitch
Hearts on my jeans, number(N)ine i mix it with that rick
Yeah
We finna put that lil boy in a coffin
I'm feeling like Batman, you niggas Robin
My bitch feel like Ally, so I feel like Austin
Young nigga just came up from the bottom
Yeah I got all these racks straight up out the dirt
That boy talking crazy, pop him like a perc
Damn that nigga so broke why is your funds low?
I'm not Hawaiian, the choppa got punch though
Go go yeah yeah
Go
Yeah yeah
Go
Yeah i used to sleep up on the floor and now I'm lit as shit
Yeah
And we spinning that nigga block and let that choppa spit
Damn
Man that hoe is for the streets i can't even cuff that bitch
Hearts on my jeans, number(N)ine i mix it with that rick
Yeah
We finna put that lil boy in a coffin
I'm feeling like Batman, you niggas Robin
My bitch feel like Ally, so I feel like Austin
Young nigga just came up from the bottom
Yeah I got all these racks straight up out the dirt
That boy talking crazy, pop him like a perc
Damn that nigga so broke why is your funds low
I'm not Hawaiian, the choppa got punch though
If you want a feature I need bout a hundo
I'm high as shit I could never get drunk though
And I could never fuck drunk hoes
I hop on the beat just for fun bro
I ain't used to have a lot of shit when I was growing up
Now I got a lot of shit my nigga cause I'm going up
You flexing that lil petty change but u can't even show enough
And I'm feeling like I'm Tecca how that girl is tryna show me up
Man these hoes is tryna hit my line just cause a nigga blowing up
Yeah i used to sleep up on the floor and now I'm lit as shit
Yeah
And we spinning that nigga block and let that choppa spit
Damn
Man that hoe is for the streets i can't even cuff that bitch
Hearts on my jeans, number(N)ine i mix it with that rick
Yeah
Woah Woah
Yee
Yeah let's go
Yeah
And I keep a stick on me that choppa finna send him up
We had shot your mans and now he dead you best go pick him up
We got hollow tips up in this glock I'm finna fill him up
Yeah what yeah go
Yeah we lit as shhh!
Hollow tips up in the stick
He talk down but he a (Latt)
She come over, blow her back
Scream my name, i pull her tracks
Im finna go spend a rack
Me and Jono hitting Saks
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Go go yeah yeah
Go
Yeah yeah
Go
Yeah i used to sleep up on the floor and now I'm lit as shit
Yeah
And we spinning that nigga block and let that choppa spit
Damn
Man that hoe is for the streets i can't even cuff that bitch
Hearts on my jeans, number(N)ine i mix it with that rick
Yeah
We finna put that lil boy in a coffin
I'm feeling like Batman, you niggas Robin
My bitch feel like Ally, so I feel like Austin
Young nigga just came up from the bottom
Yeah I got all these racks straight up out the dirt
That boy talking crazy, pop him like a perc
Damn that nigga so broke why is your funds low?
I'm not Hawaiian, the choppa got punch though
Credits
Writer(s): Jonah Anderson
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