Make It Lit (feat. B drilla)

Like, grrra, grrra, like suck my dick, the fuck
Like, you want the flicks, nigga
Damn, damn
I hate you

Grrra, grrra
Go through the front key, swoop through the back
First one I see, gang, took off the map
When we come around, better tuck in, flag

We not stopping for Jake's, we doing the dash
Like, damn, we not stopping for Jake's, we doing the dash
Grrra, grrra, grrra, grrra
Go through the front key, swoop through the back

First one I see, gang, took off the map
When we come around, better tuck in, flag
We not stopping for Jake's, we doing the dash
Dissing on bitches, I swear he a fag

Your mans got hit, he was yelling my leg
Not pressed about nothing, I said what I said
No fear in my heart, put a bitch to bed
Asked her to link up and she left me on read

These bitches on board, they not doing what they said
Quick to make posts, think I'm beefing with feds
Try to push up and get filled in with lead
Don't whisper around me, say that shit with your chest

Run down, gang, and we aiming for next
So why would you think that you safe with a vest
Keep flashing your pole, put that shit to the test
Knock one down and we split for the rest

All of my niggas really put in that pain
If I call up the low, he gon' hop out and spray
Them niggas just drop dead on me, what they say
Chevy on TD, we trying to get paid

Put down them locks and just run me my fade
After we fight, put a slice on her face
After we fight, put a slice on her face
Put them locks down and just run me my fade

I got anger in me
I got anger in me
Crodie be wild and he keep it semi
I hear the talk, but it won't offend me

Niggas jealous, I know that these niggas envy
Bitch I'm the butcher like I was Benny
In the trap, serve breakfast, I call it Denny's
Best in the game, I deserve an Emmy

Plane Jane Drip but the buckle Fendi
We making movies
They better bring out the cameras
I might just hop out the Phantom

All white guts with a black exterior
That shit resemble a panda
Stay with the bag like I'm Santa
Just got the top from Amanda

We want all the smoke like it's cancer
Like sway cause you ain't got the answers
Let's make it lit
Drills said empty the clip

You know the facts, you know what it is
83, you know that I'm Crip
40 on me in the back of the whip
I'm with DG, let it lift

Free Slay, you know that's the Mack
When he touch down, know it's lit
And a couple bitches getting hit
Taking the wigs, send her back tk her kids

Smoking inside, they got a lil' kick
Henny on Carter, we mixing the lick
After we fuck, lil' bitch gotta spit
I'm not paying for cash, better call up your lip

Four or five people, we riding with sticks
My passenger princess is really a bitch