Way Too Lit
Oouuu
Yeah
Ohh ohh ohh ohh
I'm way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Hittin two a days in the studio like I'm in the rap NFL
Heard that nigga is a snitch and he tryna take down the whole clique like YSL
Imma bring the fire like I am from hell
Imma bring the fire like I am from hell
What do that smell like?
It's straight Za (Straight Za)
What do that smell like?
It's straight Za (Straight Za)
Pop pop pop
You gon get popped (pew)
With my forty and the bodies gon drop (pop pop pop)
I take ya bitch and her pussy gon pop (Ew)
Then I take her mother fuckin panties all off
I'm way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
I'm way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Hopped up in the coupe now I'm driving
Hopped up in the coupe now I'm swerving
I don't know how to speak my words and
I'm slurring off the lean
I just popped me a beam (pop pop)
Got a glocky with a beam (peww)
It's not what it fuckin seems (no no no)
I am a nightmare not a dream
Like Freddy Kruger imma see
All you niggas when you fuckin sleep
Now you niggas dead in your sleep (now you dead)
Thinking bout what I do on the beat
Murder it
Imma murder it
Murder it
Imma murder it
Murder it
Imma do a hit
And I do it quick (quick as fuck)
Imma murder it
Imma murder it
Imma murder it
And I do it quick
I'm way too lit (yeah)
Way too lit
I'm way too lit (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah
Ohh ohh ohh ohh
I'm way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Hittin two a days in the studio like I'm in the rap NFL
Heard that nigga is a snitch and he tryna take down the whole clique like YSL
Imma bring the fire like I am from hell
Imma bring the fire like I am from hell
What do that smell like?
It's straight Za (Straight Za)
What do that smell like?
It's straight Za (Straight Za)
Pop pop pop
You gon get popped (pew)
With my forty and the bodies gon drop (pop pop pop)
I take ya bitch and her pussy gon pop (Ew)
Then I take her mother fuckin panties all off
I'm way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
I'm way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Way too lit
Hopped up in the coupe now I'm driving
Hopped up in the coupe now I'm swerving
I don't know how to speak my words and
I'm slurring off the lean
I just popped me a beam (pop pop)
Got a glocky with a beam (peww)
It's not what it fuckin seems (no no no)
I am a nightmare not a dream
Like Freddy Kruger imma see
All you niggas when you fuckin sleep
Now you niggas dead in your sleep (now you dead)
Thinking bout what I do on the beat
Murder it
Imma murder it
Murder it
Imma murder it
Murder it
Imma do a hit
And I do it quick (quick as fuck)
Imma murder it
Imma murder it
Imma murder it
And I do it quick
I'm way too lit (yeah)
Way too lit
I'm way too lit (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Grissom-valenzuela
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