L.I.T. Songtext

I'm lit, I'm lit, huh
Run up on him with a stick, cocked
Your bitch a bitch
Fucking on his lil bitch, ooh, huh
Swear to God, bitch, you a lame lil hoe
Fucking lil bitch, give me brain, lil hoe
I don't do it for the fame, lil hoe
Run up on him with the banger, hoe
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Run up on him, blow his brain, brain, brain, brain
What, huh? Yeah, go and shoot him, snatch his chain
Ooh, what? Yeah, smoking on boof
Fuck on your boo, huh
I get that money, I swear that these blues, Dexter

I'm lit, I'm lit, huh, yeah
No one could tell me I owe 'em shit
I'm lit, I'm lit, yeah
What's on your hip? That's some Rick Owens shit I bought a zip, she up in my whip
Ay, shorty, I got a ownership
She won't give me lip, she hoping the tip
Is what I got sitting up on her
My bitch too hot, had to freeze her
She know I don't need her, I'm sipping out the new two liter
Weed like the [?]
Perk, sitting in the vert with a eater
Damn, shorty got her friends
But we sitting inside the two seater
Yeah, so I just had to swap out that coupe for a bimmer

I'm lit, ay ay (I'm lit)
My bitch is thick, she roll with sticks
I'm lit, ay ay
I'm dressed in wick, I'm too legit
Ay ay (ay ay)
I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm lit
Ay ay (ay ay)
My bitch is thick, I roll with sticks, ay ay