Lyrics:
My chick pop up in a 9'6
Impala, saucy like fish sticks
Cream inside, peanut butter outdo'
Chill by the lake, then we dip to the sideshow
Hit
My chick pop up in a 96 Impala
Saucy like fish sticks
Cream inside, peanut butter out'do
Chill by the lake then we dip to the sideshow
Hit the bull
Guide me in all truth
Let my way
Be lit by you
Ohhh
Guide me in all truth
Let my way
Be lit by you
Spirit of truth
Come
Father and Spirit
Son
Marj said be home by 9
No way can I let that slide
We stay lit on these sides
I don't know what you think this is (Lol)
PG no guidance needed (None)
is one night
Babygirl don't you cry
Imma be by your side
Imma be by your side
Mad mad mad say she make the room lit
Say she make the room lit
the streets cold
I know the street code
I’m raised by the g code
I’m hood but I’m smart that’s
The cheat code we know
Yes we on lit AUDEMARS flex
I’m ball out
Bitch I know I'm shit
Bet yo hoe want the dick
On the stage with some hoes
By the pole and it's lit brought my pole in this bitch
You can get smoked in
I’m just getting lit
Ay
I never quit
Ay
I’m just getting lit
Ay
I never quit
Yip yip
I’m just getting lit
Ay
I never quit
Ay
I’m just getting lit
Ay
is my enemy
I don't need stimulants I got the energy
Judge me by my music not by my pigment, bitch
Look me in my eyes you can tell I'm off a pill
But
my side
Gettin lit right by my side
We can't hold it all inside
You gotta let it go sometimes
So just turn the fuck up
Let's get lit
Let's get lit
ain't got no life skills she just get high too
I been tryna better me cuz I'm the type to
Sometime life a drive-by not a drive-thru
Ion think they lit
like niggas
Glocky emotional easily triggered
Run up get gunned down
Lit up, lit up, lit up
Run up get gunned down
Lit up, lit up, lit up
Run up get
like wow!
Oh watch me pull up again
I don't want too much my friend
I just I want you all, oh no!
I wanna get lit like I'm on the yayo, ayo!
I'm not
She doin the most shawty a hoe she stay showin her ass
Shawty get lit for the bag yeah bet she get lit for the bag
Clip it up, whip it up, drip it up
I was Flipping a coin into the well
And as it fell I wished you well
In the night I get lit
In the night you a bitch
In the night this shit gets
Rip
Rip
Rip me up
Lit
Lit
Lit it up
Lit
Lit
Lit it up
Aye
Don't give a fuck
I Trip on drugs
Bitch get off us
Me and my girlfriend
Both
get litty off the the wine
We get sections by the nine
We turn up everytime
Cause its motherfucking lit
I got the drip on my wrist
I know I'm really
(God damn)
Seen twelve they been watchin' watchin' all day (Ooh)
Forget about my problems by the morning
Wake up in the morning gotta get lit (Lit Lit
screaming that it’s lit to be black
While under attack
See the system
Done had more twistin
Then backwards caps
Blackity blackity black
Massa is back in his
go crazy
I go hard
I go crazy
I go hard
I go super lit lit
Not a hater
No hard feelings
I'm here to uplift lift
Dancer actor
Actor dancer
Watch me hit
on the runway
I ain't gotta do shit today
It's time to get lit
It's time to get lit
It's time to get lit
It's time to get lit, it
(It's time to get lit)
(It's
I ain't rich yet nah
What time is it check
We can get it lit, get it lit
My direct deposit just hit, bet
I ain't rich yet nah
What time is it check
the beast inside
Everyone dies not everyone lives me and my guys we gon get lit
Life is a diary, daily entries when it all ends you won’t be alive
Me
The revolution gets it's name by always coming back around in your face
You tried to kill me you son of a bitch, so welcome to the revolution
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