Lit as Fuck
Poppin' champagne in a mansory truck
Everywhere I go it be hot, it be lit as fuck
If I get caught, I'll never give my partners up
Rose gold look the best when it's set with the VV1's
All praise to God, thank you for my blessings
Smokin on za to relieve all my stressin's
I feel the weigh of the world on my shoulders
Believed in myself even when they wasn't
Scratchin' and itching, you know what I'm poppin'
I'm ridin' down 701 with a Rokkit
Medusa heads covering both of my eye lids
Stars in the roof zoom away its a star ship
My diamonds is cut in up, like my chopsticks
Just cause you ain't see me don't mean that I'm noddin' off
I'm slippery, but I ain't slippin' once, yeah
That double R truck big as fuck, it's a Tonka truck
I ain't waitin' for no come up
Ima' come back and go get it
Send the front end if you want me to show up
Yeah We outside, I pull up to your city
Drop a whole load off hold up Ima' run it back
Ran up a honey bun I'm never going back
My cup is blue but it tastes just like maple
All the dead faces is blue on the table, yeah
Poppin' champagne in a mansory truck
Everywhere I go it be hot, it be lit as fuck
If I get caught, I'll never give my partners up
Rose gold look the best when it's set with the VV1's
You might be standing, but you can't stand next to me
And I can still feel the past tryna' catch up to me
I feel the weigh of the world on my shoulders
Believed in myself even when they wasn't
I love the fans and the haters (yeah)
Still goin' crazy no label (yeah, yeah)
Deep down they wishin' we tradin'
Ima' go all in, but not all my chips on the table
All praise to God, thank you for my blessings
Smokin on za to relieve all my stressin's
I got a line with the same color cutters
I spent six on my wrist and then went bought another one
Hold on, no we are not noddin' off
Although I'm betting they wish I would sleep
The choppers gone chop ain't no way that I'm falling off
Drop off a pack, Ima' serve a few cities
Text me you miss me, I know you just tryna' fuck
If she don't smoke ain't no way that I'm wifin' her
I got it litty, it's hot, yeah I'm piping up
I took a Techno I'm to turned up
It's been two days I still ain't came down
I need the low down, tell me where they lay low
Yeah, they gonna shoot when I say so
If we got problems we solve it I ain't taking no losses
There Ain't no use in no arguin' I got choppers no boxin'
Never gave up on me, I'm goin' global
I already know I worked hard for this
I been up all night my feet hurting, and Ima' keep grinding till I'm
Poppin' champagne in a mansory truck
Everywhere I go it be hot, it be lit as fuck
If I get caught, I'll never give my partners up
Rose gold look the best when it's set with the VV1's
You might be standing, but you can't stand next to me
And I can still feel the past tryna' catch up to me
I feel the weigh of the world on my shoulders
Believed in myself even when they wasn't
I love the fans and the haters (yeah)
Still goin' crazy no label (yeah, yeah)
Deep down they wishin' we tradin'
Ima' go all in, but not all my chips on the table
All praise to God, thank you for my blessings
Smokin on za to relieve all my stressin's
I got a line with the same color cutters
I spent six on my wrist and then went bought another one
Everywhere I go it be hot, it be lit as fuck
If I get caught, I'll never give my partners up
Rose gold look the best when it's set with the VV1's
All praise to God, thank you for my blessings
Smokin on za to relieve all my stressin's
I feel the weigh of the world on my shoulders
Believed in myself even when they wasn't
Scratchin' and itching, you know what I'm poppin'
I'm ridin' down 701 with a Rokkit
Medusa heads covering both of my eye lids
Stars in the roof zoom away its a star ship
My diamonds is cut in up, like my chopsticks
Just cause you ain't see me don't mean that I'm noddin' off
I'm slippery, but I ain't slippin' once, yeah
That double R truck big as fuck, it's a Tonka truck
I ain't waitin' for no come up
Ima' come back and go get it
Send the front end if you want me to show up
Yeah We outside, I pull up to your city
Drop a whole load off hold up Ima' run it back
Ran up a honey bun I'm never going back
My cup is blue but it tastes just like maple
All the dead faces is blue on the table, yeah
Poppin' champagne in a mansory truck
Everywhere I go it be hot, it be lit as fuck
If I get caught, I'll never give my partners up
Rose gold look the best when it's set with the VV1's
You might be standing, but you can't stand next to me
And I can still feel the past tryna' catch up to me
I feel the weigh of the world on my shoulders
Believed in myself even when they wasn't
I love the fans and the haters (yeah)
Still goin' crazy no label (yeah, yeah)
Deep down they wishin' we tradin'
Ima' go all in, but not all my chips on the table
All praise to God, thank you for my blessings
Smokin on za to relieve all my stressin's
I got a line with the same color cutters
I spent six on my wrist and then went bought another one
Hold on, no we are not noddin' off
Although I'm betting they wish I would sleep
The choppers gone chop ain't no way that I'm falling off
Drop off a pack, Ima' serve a few cities
Text me you miss me, I know you just tryna' fuck
If she don't smoke ain't no way that I'm wifin' her
I got it litty, it's hot, yeah I'm piping up
I took a Techno I'm to turned up
It's been two days I still ain't came down
I need the low down, tell me where they lay low
Yeah, they gonna shoot when I say so
If we got problems we solve it I ain't taking no losses
There Ain't no use in no arguin' I got choppers no boxin'
Never gave up on me, I'm goin' global
I already know I worked hard for this
I been up all night my feet hurting, and Ima' keep grinding till I'm
Poppin' champagne in a mansory truck
Everywhere I go it be hot, it be lit as fuck
If I get caught, I'll never give my partners up
Rose gold look the best when it's set with the VV1's
You might be standing, but you can't stand next to me
And I can still feel the past tryna' catch up to me
I feel the weigh of the world on my shoulders
Believed in myself even when they wasn't
I love the fans and the haters (yeah)
Still goin' crazy no label (yeah, yeah)
Deep down they wishin' we tradin'
Ima' go all in, but not all my chips on the table
All praise to God, thank you for my blessings
Smokin on za to relieve all my stressin's
I got a line with the same color cutters
I spent six on my wrist and then went bought another one
Credits
Writer(s): Joeseph Rodriguez
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