Lit Now

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Lit Now

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[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) ([Jameson]) Shit Shit ShittyBoyz [Verse 1] All things must come down but I'm too high for all that I ain't fighting no nigga, this ain't Mortal Kombat Stop talking 'bout guns 'cause you ain't even on that Yes I fucked that nigga, bitch, but this was way before rap Before I had clout I had hustle, something you should get You ain't even got money to spend, why you wanna trip? Who the coldest? I would say me if I had to pick Heard that nigga got took out his shit, that's why I got a blick Prices going up on the feature, this shit like a stock I ain't never got my ass beat, but I got a knot Bitch done fucked the whole damn team, you know that pussy hot Hit the Pistons game then got head in the parking lot They like,"Dee you be capping", I don't know, better ask somebody No, I cannot let her go 'cause the head so sloppy Quick to mean mugging 'fore you die just for acting cocky In a big body with my bitch, let her hold the Glocky In my own lane, the only time I switch is when I drop I heard you was munchin' on it, you ain't know she fucked the guys Doggie went against the grain so we ain't even got no ties Hotboxed and went shopping, fucked around, forgot my size Roll up, I'm tryna get high but I'm scared of heights Everywhere I go I got a strap, but I'm not a dyke Arguing with Tron like LeBron cannot fuck with Mike On my way to Texas, took a edible before the flight Watch who you around, these niggas Plankton to try to take your sauce She like, "Please, can I get it Dee?", I'm like, "How much it cost?" Gotta play a part, everybody cannot be a boss You ain't gon' know how to win if you ain't took a loss First seed, we the winning team, shoutout SB Run up on us, we gon' have to pop you like a Pepsi Balling on 'em, I should get an invite to the SB Feel like Giannis 'cause can't nobody really check me Hit her with some shit she never had, now she buck wild You ain't even twenty-five yet, on your fifth child Do you stand on business? Let me know how you get down I don't give a fuck 'bout what they say 'cause I'm lit now (I'm lit) [Interlude] Lit as fuck man, chains Whips, all that, bro, y'all niggas be broke as fuck still walking I don't wanna hear that shit [Verse 2] I got my own crib, I could walk around naked Damn, I heard what you did, real niggas don't respect it My bitch spoiled like a kid, she want her a iced out necklace Danny did it again, I eat these beats up just like breakfast Purple tint on my Cartis like Saints Row If I can't get it in the party then I can't go Probably won't see me at a party, I be at the crib But I still can't kick it with you, I ain't Real Madrid Up twenty-one on the opps, shit, I smell skunk Pull up on 'em in a black Jeep, this ain't bad luck Sick as fuck, bro down bad, pick your mans up See I'm winning, now she on my head like some dandruff (Damn) [Outro] Be tripping on this bitch, man

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