Its Lit
Nigga I been the bomb Lebanon
Court side bigging up Lebron
Wonder who really put ya on
Make you disappear I'm houdini
Sexy curvy bitch she a genie
Jelly with the left green bean em
Thirty with the nine double team em
I'm asking where he at? I ain't seen him
I'm baking a pie yea I'm chefin whippin honey bun all on my wrist
Bullet inside flippin them grams trap in a penthouse straight out the ritz
Lambo outside look how I shine, look how I shine dior on my fit
You get outta line get outta line slide with the nine nigga its lit
I'm done with the stressing I'm bussing my moves yea I stay to myself
Catching my blessings talking to god stacking moving in stealth
Keep me a bad bitch jump in the pussy and then I'm wishing her well
Ball like a maverick look at my drip yea couldn't you tell
Nigga I'm Antonio Brown look how I run off the field
Smacked off a pill
Water on my neck and my wrist keeping my body on chill
They know the deal
Niggas be chatting online but don't be keeping it real
Get yourself killed
Been outside countin some mills I be loving how it feel
Oh how it feel oh it feel
It feel good
Armed and dangerous, slidin to your hood like nigga what's good
They can't hang with us, got it out the trap they wishin they could
Come and bang it up, sturdies on my line they jumpin on wood
But I hang it up, countin all this money like yea I'm good
Huracan parked outside, hop in go for a drive I95
Crossing interstate lines gotta deliver them pies
Tell no lies
Never switching sides tell em be advised
I cannot lie
Shooter let it flock Shooter let it fly
Nigga I been the bomb Lebanon
Court side bigging up Lebron
Wonder who really put ya on
Make you disappear I'm houdini
Sexy curvy bitch she a genie
Jelly with the left green bean em
Thirty with the nine double team em
I'm asking where he at? I ain't seen him
I'm baking a pie yea I'm chefin whippin honey bun all on my wrist
Bullet inside flippin them grams trap in a penthouse straight out the ritz
Lambo outside look how I shine, look how I shine dior on my fit
You get outta line get outta line slide with the nine nigga its lit
Nigga it's lit
Nigga it's lit
Man you fucking lucky it's lit cause you done been sparked up mofucka
Court side bigging up Lebron
Wonder who really put ya on
Make you disappear I'm houdini
Sexy curvy bitch she a genie
Jelly with the left green bean em
Thirty with the nine double team em
I'm asking where he at? I ain't seen him
I'm baking a pie yea I'm chefin whippin honey bun all on my wrist
Bullet inside flippin them grams trap in a penthouse straight out the ritz
Lambo outside look how I shine, look how I shine dior on my fit
You get outta line get outta line slide with the nine nigga its lit
I'm done with the stressing I'm bussing my moves yea I stay to myself
Catching my blessings talking to god stacking moving in stealth
Keep me a bad bitch jump in the pussy and then I'm wishing her well
Ball like a maverick look at my drip yea couldn't you tell
Nigga I'm Antonio Brown look how I run off the field
Smacked off a pill
Water on my neck and my wrist keeping my body on chill
They know the deal
Niggas be chatting online but don't be keeping it real
Get yourself killed
Been outside countin some mills I be loving how it feel
Oh how it feel oh it feel
It feel good
Armed and dangerous, slidin to your hood like nigga what's good
They can't hang with us, got it out the trap they wishin they could
Come and bang it up, sturdies on my line they jumpin on wood
But I hang it up, countin all this money like yea I'm good
Huracan parked outside, hop in go for a drive I95
Crossing interstate lines gotta deliver them pies
Tell no lies
Never switching sides tell em be advised
I cannot lie
Shooter let it flock Shooter let it fly
Nigga I been the bomb Lebanon
Court side bigging up Lebron
Wonder who really put ya on
Make you disappear I'm houdini
Sexy curvy bitch she a genie
Jelly with the left green bean em
Thirty with the nine double team em
I'm asking where he at? I ain't seen him
I'm baking a pie yea I'm chefin whippin honey bun all on my wrist
Bullet inside flippin them grams trap in a penthouse straight out the ritz
Lambo outside look how I shine, look how I shine dior on my fit
You get outta line get outta line slide with the nine nigga its lit
Nigga it's lit
Nigga it's lit
Man you fucking lucky it's lit cause you done been sparked up mofucka
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Writer(s): Roderick Hernandez
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