Lit

Lyrics

[Intro] A walkin' lil' check, I dress to impress Dope boy fresh, yeah Ran off with his shit, was taught to finesse (Finesse, you stupid for this ho, like a motherfucker) Uh [Chorus] Could sign a deal, but I'm already lit (But I'm already lit) Yeah, yeah, so it gotta make sense (So it gotta make sense) Brand-new whip, I'ma ride behind tint (I'ma ride behind tint) Yeah, yeah, fine bitch eatin' dick (Yeah) Could sign a deal, but I'm already lit (But I'm already lit) Yeah, yeah, so it gotta make sense (So it gotta make sense) Brand-new whip, I'ma ride behind tint (Ride behind tint) Yeah, yeah, fine bitch eatin' dick (Yeah) I can lower the ticket dependin' how many you get Have you doublin' up what you spend And we got a K pack of the X goin' twenty-five cent I'ma trap out her house, pay her rent Took the lil' money from buddy, ain't answerin' the phone I ran off, he ain't heard from me since Thought he had some dope, but we hit him with a trick Once the money in my pocket, I ain't givin' back shit [Verse 1] Finesse him out his money, now he think that we ain't really havin' bricks But we really havin' dope, you just a lick Now my diamonds do tricks, pull up big Z06 We ran off on the plug and that money gettin' spent Pull up with cutters, we let that shit hit Smokin' good marijuana, I can't let you hit Niggas really be lame, really wanna be gang But I ain't let him hang, now he feelin' offended I see why they hatin', I get it, I'm turnt, they dig it These niggas, they really wan' kick it Told 'em bring all the loads we get in, we fucked up the city Forever, we gonna stay litty Got the streets' and the hoes' attention Got everybody listenin', the D-boy, they know how I'm livin' Drinkin' Tech and my clothes expensive The way that I'm trippin', tryna keep up with me, need a million I know God watchin' me, but I just keep on sinnin' Come straight out the hood like I'm fixin' the engine Spotlight the club, we got bitches on bitches Pay extension, put Benjis on twenty-six inches From the trenches, I really was jumpin' them fences Was runnin' from 12 and completin' the mission Finna buy a Corvette, need the newest edition I promise I'm coppin' that Lam' before Christmas, yeah [Chorus] Could sign a deal, but I'm already lit Yeah, yeah, so it gotta make sense (So it gotta make sense) Brand-new whip, I'ma ride behind tint (Ride behind tint) Yeah, yeah, fine bitch eatin' dick (Yeah) Could sign a deal, but I'm already lit Yeah, yeah, so it gotta make sense (Yeah) Brand-new whip, I'ma ride behind tint Yeah, yeah, fine bitch eatin' dick (Yeah) I can lower the ticket dependin' how many you get Have you doublin' up what you spend And we got a K pack of the X goin' twenty-five cent I'ma trap out her house, pay her rent Took the lil' money from buddy, ain't answerin' the phone I ran off, he ain't heard from me since Thought he had some dope, but we hit him with a trick Once the money in my pocket, I ain't givin' back shit [Verse 2] Charge him thirty-six thou' for a block of remix Yeah, yeah, he just got tricked All I need is a fork, watch I eat with them bricks We ain't never gon' starve, put the team on a lick Put my niggas on stains, I'm the king of this shit I don't play 'bout that change, I get even and shit Trap to the grave, I just gotta get paid I can't change, I'm a real firm believer of this Two Percocets, they relievin' my stress Sippin' on lean, I got weed in my chest Got addicted to sex, I got hooked to her neck My bitch out the hood, yeah, she suck it the best I don't say no to the drugs, I say yes A walkin' lil' check, I dress to impress (Dope boy fresh) Ran off with his shit, was taught to finesse Risk it all for the set, give a fuck 'bout the rest [Chorus] Could sign a deal, but I'm already lit (Already lit) Yeah, yeah, so it gotta make sense (Uh, yeah) Brand-new whip, I'ma ride behind tint (I'ma ride behind tint) Yeah, yeah, fine bitch eatin' dick (Yeah) Could sign a deal, but I'm already lit (But I'm already, yeah) Yeah, yeah, so it gotta make sense (Uh) Brand-new whip, I'ma ride behind tint (I'ma ride behind tint) Yeah, yeah, fine bitch eatin' dick (Uh) I can lower the ticket dependin' how many you get Have you doublin' up what you spend And we got a K pack of the X goin' twenty-five cent I'ma trap out her house, pay her rent (Pay her rent) Took the lil' money from buddy, ain't answerin' the phone I ran off, he ain't heard from me since Thought he had some dope, but we hit him with a trick Once the money in my pocket, I ain't givin' back shit [Outro] Supposed to be here, but I guess it wasn't meant Yeah, yeah, niggas ain't on shit I was lookin' for love, but I guess it wasn't meant Yeah, yeah, these hoes ain't it Used to have a big heart, I don't know where it went Nah, nah, I don't know where it went I stayed down in the trap and fucked 'round and got rich Yeah, yeah, so I guess it was meant Yeah, yeah It gotta make sense It just gotta make sense, uh I was already lit, uh 'Fore the rap shit 'Fore I was lit, I was already paid, yeah It just gotta make sense It gotta make sense 'Fore the rap shit, I was already lit Yeah, yeah, so it gotta make sense 'Fore the rap shit, I was already lit Yeah, yeah, so it gotta make sense 'Fore the rap shit, I was already lit Yeah, yeah, so it gotta make sense 'Fore the rap shit, I was already— So it gotta make sense