FMB DZ, E-40 - Lit lyrics

[FMB DZ, E-40 - Lit lyrics]

Lit, everything lit
Whoever thought that it'd come to this?
Everything lit lit, everything lit
Nigga, if I want it I can go and get
Hah, ayy, everything lit
Fifty thousand on me cash, everything legit

Ooh, hah, I'm lit the fuck up
Yeah my bitch bad and bougie and she stuck up
Yeah these niggas tuck they tail
When I come around
Me and Choose in Fairfield
Blowin' out the pound
Lil dirty ass nigga better watch your mouth
Or I'll have my young
Niggas outside your house
And they all dome hitters
You know what we 'bout
I be ballin' on these niggas
You more like a scout
Yeah I jumped in the game
I ain't have a couch
That nigga just got ten chains
That boy do the most
What I spent in a month
I could've bought a boat
Niggas ain't did what I did
I'm the fuckin' GOAT

Broke ass rappers always talkin', huh
Coupes back to back, y'all boys walkin', huh
You ain't on my level
It's a different bracket
Snakes on my shoes, snakes on my jacket
Dumpin' ashes in the foreign
I got bad habit's
I ain't new to this, bitch I been havin'
Got a New York bitch I met in Manhattan
They love when I talk that
Shit so I'ma keep spazzin'

I don't pop bubblegum, I pop guns
And I don't carry loose change
Just lump sums
It'd be bad if you got on my bad side
You don't want Doctor Skrill to
Turn into Mister Hyde
I was raised around hyenas
Ever since I came out of my daddy's penis
If I was a pimp, I'd be a genius
I'd be the first pimp to send a ho to Venus
My macking's incredible
I got liquor and edibles
I turn up like the vegetable
Smoke a whole lot of medical
Ghetto Heisman like WC, I should get a medal
For being the first D boy to cook
A whole key in a kettle
Who got a cigarillo? break down a bush
Roll it and light it, spark up the OG kush
Everybody's invited, this is a celebration
Real niggas united, no player hatin', bitch

Broke ass rappers always talkin', huh
Coupes back to back, y'all boys walkin', huh
You ain't on my level
It's a different bracket
Snakes on my shoes, snakes on my jacket
Dumpin' ashes in the foreign
I got bad habit's
I ain't new to this, bitch I been havin'
Got a New York bitch I met in Manhattan
They love when I talk that
Shit so I'ma keep spazzin'

Pillow talkin' to these hoes
I hear you chit-chattin'
I'ma catch a nigga out and I'ma gift wrap him
Once a pussy, always pussy
I'ma bitch smack him
I love Gucci or the Louis
Yeah I'm mismatching
I heard these niggas talkin' loud
Like they a kingpin
My lil bitch bustin' scripts 'til the lean in
I just got another car
They say the blue one's here
That nigga Skuba dropped a five
In a root beer

Broke ass rappers always talkin', huh
Coupes back to back, y'all boys walkin', huh
You ain't on my level
It's a different bracket
Snakes on my shoes, snakes on my jacket
Dumpin' ashes in the foreign
I got bad habit's
I ain't new to this, bitch I been havin'
Got a New York bitch I met in Manhattan
They love when I talk that
Shit so I'ma keep spazzin'
Lit, everything lit
Nigga, if I want it I can go and get
Hah, ayy, everything lit
Fifty thousand on me cash, everything legit

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