Lit Up
Yung Ro
Lit Up Lyrics
[Intro]
Mm-mm
Mm-mm, push it when it bleed
(Ayy, who made it? Millian made it)
Pussy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Ain’t no scraps with beef or blood and shit
And how you fucking with them niggas and yo’ brother dead?
You say you gon’ slide, you put that on yo’ brother grave
I just watched your Insta’ story off my other page
These niggas ain’t living like that, these niggas bluffin’
This choppa I got, Russian, I just brought it from my cousin
These diamonds on me bussin’, yeah, I dare a nigga to touch me
I’m smoking on that rafe, got the trap smellin’ musty
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, smoking on that gas, it’s exotic
Fell in love with OxyContin, I got Percs up in my body
She said she love me, I start nodding
Capital One, this ho just want what’s in my wallet
I’ma fuck her with my jеans on, paid a thousand for these Robbins
I go to Danny when I’m shopping, got a mall up in my closеt
I’ma bill boy, no Jody, but all my hoes are like Tarija
I’m on Percocet’s, my legs said excuse me when I start nodding
I pay for it if I want it, bitch, I got it
She see my chain and start smiling, yeah, that’s that ice water
I pop Percocet’s before we chill, it make me fuck harder
I bring that shit to his front door just like a lunch order
Yeah, she call me daddy when we fuck, but only got one daughter
Yeah
[Chorus]
Ain’t no scraps with beef or blood and shit
And how you fucking with them niggas and yo’ brother dead?
You say you gon’ slide, you put that on yo’ brother grave
I just watched your Insta’ story off my other page
These niggas ain’t living like that, these niggas bluffin’
This choppa I got, Russian, I just brought it from my cousin
These diamonds on me bussin’, yeah, I dare a nigga to touch me
I’m smoking on that rafe, got the trap smellin’ musty
[Verse 2]
Yeah, she want to fuck me with me, she know I’m out the skin
I keep it P
I’m a bougie rapper, do hoes wrong, I sit and no one speaks
Stay out my business, I don’t need advice, you don’t practice what you preach
He spent thirty thousand on a watch and made it back in that same week
He a hood nigga, he don’t like good girls, he like freaks
I like her and she like me, I just might fly her out this week
Yeah, neck bussin’, wrist bussin’, next I’ma do my teeth
I don’t care who bussin’, I stay clutchin’, you better not shoot at me
He got a contract on his head, and lil’ bro tryna sign that lease
She gon’ fuck me ‘cause I’m a superstar and she heard I’m signed to Meek
I don’t do well around weirdos, bitch, I’m from the streets
Last nigga play with game, we left his brains on the seat
Bitch
[Chorus]
Ain’t no scraps with beef or blood and shit
And how you fucking with them niggas and yo’ brother dead?
You say you gon’ slide, you put that on yo’ brother grave
I just watched your Insta’ story off my other page
These niggas ain’t living like that, these niggas bluffin’
This choppa I got, Russian, I just brought it from my cousin
These diamonds on me bussin’, yeah, I dare a nigga to touch me
I’m smoking on that rafe, got the trap smellin’ musty
Lit Up Q&A
Who wrote Lit Up's ?
Lit Up was written by Yung Ro & Milan Made It.
Who produced Lit Up's ?
Lit Up was produced by Milan Made It.