Too Lit

Real chop real spit
I'm gone too lit
That blunt it hit
God damn she thick
You know I do it
Real chop real spit
I'm gone too lit
That blunt it hit
God damn she thick
You know I do it

Top shelf's the only thing I smoke.
Fill my cup with Apple Crown and Coke.
A fly Nigga you ain't know
Don't waste my time if you ain't giving no throat
I'm bossed up been ahead of the game
I don't fuck with no lames
So don't mention my names
Stay in ya lane while I'm doing my thang
And I'm off the leash and I can't be tamed
That's on mamas that's on me
Been a regulator like I'm Warren G
I'm the M.A.C. I chop 'em down with my mouthpiece
I'll have your spouse turned out if you doubt me
I'm trying to vibe with my folks
Sip my drink smoke my smoke
Peep The scene and lay low
Get my dick wet that's all she wrote

Real chop real spit
I'm gone too lit
That blunt it hit
God damn she thick
You know I do it

Real chop real spit
I'm gone too lit
That blunt it hit
God damn she thick
You know I do it

I only keep it real no knock offs
Been seasoned in the game call me hot sauce
Yea we keep it cracking in this house party
Too lit white boys say I do it gnarly
Uh time to spark up these moon rocks
Extraterrestrial high fuck what you got
Pace yourself like nip I'm on a marathon
Pull up in that pro black whip I'm on my Farrakhan
All I do is cash checks and catch flights
If I didn't upgrade ya then you wasn't my type
Don't be mad find another I'm not that guy
I'm too blunt with the truth I cannot lie
I'm trying to vibe with my folks
Sip my drink smoke my smoke
Peep The scene and lay low
Get my dick wet that's all she wrote

Real chop real spit
I'm gone too lit
That blunt it hit
God damn she thick
You know I do it

Real chop real spit
I'm gone too lit
That blunt it hit
God damn she thick
You know I do it

You know I do it



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Vann Jr.
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