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Its Lit
by Dave East
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Hey hey!
Blacksaun
You hear that?
Run
Gucci seats in the 6 series
Louis seats in the 7 series
Picked up East on the East hit Madison
The shop keep the ratty 'cause I’m still leary
Hail Mary, I fucked over good people like Madoff
Smack 'em with the pistol, if I shoot, I’m goin' away dawg
Bricks and the Sheraton, pounds at the Aloft
It's fucked up but Donald Trump is the new Adolph
Work at the Days Inn, never took a day off
Little homie a buck fifty, he gon' let the K off
We be spending dope money, stuntin' at the play-offs
You be begging for budgets, we be waiting for pay-offs
A head shot'll turn a nigga brains into steak sauce
These diamonds off-set, reach for 'em and I’ma take-off
You ain’t got the heart to be shining, we take your chain off (take that off)
Mob shit, after you die, we scratch your name off
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
With the gangsters, you know that I honour 'em all
Armani tux, looking fresh in Carnegie Hall
Up in Neimans and Barneys, we ball
Got a nice crib, but still keep a couple shooters up in the halls
12 grams, bagged up, had to tuck by the balls
And like we in the prison yard, don't give a fuck how we ball
Better bring that money now, don't five a fuck who you call
If they don't answer this hammer, get you in touch with the law
Little homie got life, he ain’t touching a ball
Get your buttons pushed like the engineer touching the board
Everybody got hammers, who's bussing them off
Got the Kith cloth seats, and the truck is a Porsche
That link got you searching for yourself, dusted and lost
You niggas'll never catch up, figured I mustard the Porsche
Cut the powder, whip Anitta, shit'll fuck up your thoughts
He got treated just like a worker 'cause he wasn't a boss
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
East side, West side, North side, South side (all sides)
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
'Bout yours, 'bout mine, 'bout money, 'bout time
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Uptown, downtown, your town, my town
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Cop shit, rob shit, live fast, die quick
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Hey hey!
Blacksaun
You hear that?
Run
Gucci seats in the 6 series
Louis seats in the 7 series
Picked up East on the East hit Madison
The shop keep the ratty 'cause I’m still leary
Hail Mary, I fucked over good people like Madoff
Smack 'em with the pistol, if I shoot, I’m goin' away dawg
Bricks and the Sheraton, pounds at the Aloft
It's fucked up but Donald Trump is the new Adolph
Work at the Days Inn, never took a day off
Little homie a buck fifty, he gon' let the K off
We be spending dope money, stuntin' at the play-offs
You be begging for budgets, we be waiting for pay-offs
A head shot'll turn a nigga brains into steak sauce
These diamonds off-set, reach for 'em and I’ma take-off
You ain’t got the heart to be shining, we take your chain off (take that off)
Mob shit, after you die, we scratch your name off
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
With the gangsters, you know that I honour 'em all
Armani tux, looking fresh in Carnegie Hall
Up in Neimans and Barneys, we ball
Got a nice crib, but still keep a couple shooters up in the halls
12 grams, bagged up, had to tuck by the balls
And like we in the prison yard, don't give a fuck how we ball
Better bring that money now, don't five a fuck who you call
If they don't answer this hammer, get you in touch with the law
Little homie got life, he ain’t touching a ball
Get your buttons pushed like the engineer touching the board
Everybody got hammers, who's bussing them off
Got the Kith cloth seats, and the truck is a Porsche
That link got you searching for yourself, dusted and lost
You niggas'll never catch up, figured I mustard the Porsche
Cut the powder, whip Anitta, shit'll fuck up your thoughts
He got treated just like a worker 'cause he wasn't a boss
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
East side, West side, North side, South side (all sides)
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
'Bout yours, 'bout mine, 'bout money, 'bout time
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Uptown, downtown, your town, my town
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Cop shit, rob shit, live fast, die quick
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
