Lit

[Intro]
Man, this shit tuff as fuck
Yeah
It’s Kydd
Flint Town in this mothafucker, man
Yeah
Look

[Chorus]
Oh you lit like a candle
Don’t get your shit blown out
Your girl suck my dick
And don’t care that my phone out (Let’s go)
You wanna knuckle, li'l bitch, we can throw down (OK)
I ain’t Yung Joc but this shit ‘bout to go down (go down)
Now I don’t fuck with people out their categories
If I wanna talk, then, I’ma call you (brrr brrr)
I’m doing me, and while I’m doing me
That means it’s something that doesn’t involve you (no)

[Verse 1]
Now, bitch, I been going through things (like what?)
Like paying investments and making connections (OK)
No, I ain’t drama, but I’m young and reckless
I walk like a ranger but I ain’t from Texas
Yeah, I keep that *boom*
Bitch, that’s for my family’s protection
You test me, I’ll give you a lecture (yeah)
I’ll apply prеssure, don’t get laid out on a stretchеr
These bullets will fly like a feather
See, I ain’t no gangster
Just take extra measures
I see you on camera ‘fore you hit the step (right there)
Like, bitch, I done seen you pull up from three houses down
‘Fore you cut the lights and then crept
Bitch, I’m a different breed
I’ll take your energy and manifest into something that’s greater (damn right)
Fuck an enemy ‘cause that ain’t finna
Be the reason I ain’t making no paper

[Chorus]
Oh you lit like a candle
Don’t get your shit blown out
Your girl suck my dick
And don’t care that my phone out (Let’s go)
You wanna knuckle, li'l bitch, we can throw down (OK)
I ain’t Yung Joc but this shit ‘bout to go down (go down)
Now I don’t fuck with people out their categories
If I wanna talk, then, I’ma call you (brrr brrr)
I’m doing me, and while I’m doing me
That means it’s something that doesn’t involve you (no)

[Verse 2]
I keep moving up like I’m fuckin' the manager (yeah)
I keep that gas, I ain’t talking ‘bout canisters
I fuck a bitch in the car and then banish her
She just want that wood finish like a banister
I get that bread, I think she want a sandwich
Stay on my grind so my time’s hard to manage
My brodie’s like, “Rollie, he bigger than shit”
Yeah these men are fighters
Boy, they’ll do some damage (yeah)
Step in the ring with some lions
And, no, I ain’t lying
Hoe, my first name isn’t Lucius
I ain’t a dentist, but I’ll leave you toothless
You know I’ll twist your shit back like a Rubix
Most of these rappers these days couldn’t box if they wanted to
Throw your ass out while your homies in front of you
Shitting on bitches but I’m never #2, watch as I bring home the W

[Chorus]
Oh you lit like a candle
Don’t get your shit blown out
Your girl suck my dick
And don’t care that my phone out (Let’s go)
You wanna knuckle, li'l bitch, we can throw down (OK)
I ain’t Yung Joc but this shit ‘bout to go down (go down)
Now I don’t fuck with people out their categories
If I wanna talk, then, I’ma call you (brrr brrr)
I’m doing me, and while I’m doing me
That means it’s something that doesn’t involve you (no)