Lit

[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