Kay Créme - It's Lit lyrics

(Hook) Its Lit I'm Lit It's Lit You Lit It's Lit We Lit It's Lit Too Lit I treat a n***a like a b**h I got a chopper wit them sticks I got these p**y n***as pissed These n***as hating I'm The sh** x2 (Verse 1) These n***a's hating I'm the sh** Got pistols hanging out the whip You p**y n***a's better dip The money flowing like a ship These little b**hes always hating They talk about me, it don't phase me You got no clout and aggravating Get the f** out my face b**h aching You get on my mother f**ing nerves b**h that's my mother f**ing word You b**hes gone flock like a bird I put a n***a on a shirt And n***a I'm mother f**ing packing Pistols sparking get the clapping Slump a n***a get to napping You know my n***as bout that action b**hes so mother f**ing lame Always speaking on my name b**h you ugly and you stank My Jordans cost more than yo chain My Jordans cost more than yo main My Jordans cost more than yo brain My pistol gone pop at a stain I make a p**y n***a plank You talking acting like you savage You waving pistols ain't gone blast it You talking dummy, let you have it I'm lit as f** & you a average They saying they toting them straps In shootouts they hide in the back These n***as p**y, tryna act I'm lit as f**, and you whack (Hook) Its Lit I'm Lit It's Lit You Lit It's Lit We Lit It's Lit Too Lit I treat a n***a like a b**h I got a chopper wit them sticks I got these p**y n***as pissed

These n***as hating I'm The sh** x2 (Verse 2) How you balling with no money ? Why you talking, b**h you funny b**h you hang around them dummies You a bum, you ain't nothing You balling but stay wit yo momma You flexing ain't even got commas Fake Louie, Gucci, Ferragamo Ain't none of your sh** real designer Man go ahead with that sh** You broke as f** and a b**h You claim you banging, you a snitch I'm bout to Drake em wit the 6 And You ain't even got a car... that ain't yo whip that you driving You saying lil shorty your broad... but that little b**h everybody's She f**ing, & s**ing, & ducking my clique She f**ing, & loving, & s**ing my dick I f**ed her, don't love her, I bust on her lip If n***a's gone try me I empty the clip p**y n***as really think they can fight When i see them, n***as quiet on sight n***as flexing like they toting the pipe You ain't blowing , n***a that ain't yo life n***as saying that they mother f**ing hot One hit wonder Boy you mother f**ing not p**y Boy, you a mother f**ing thot n***a do not come around in my spot n***a Do not come around in my section n***a I don't f** around wit no flexers Don't come around is the mother f**ing message Cause fake n***as, is a f**ing infection (Hook) Its Lit I'm Lit It's Lit You Lit It's Lit We Lit It's Lit Too Lit I treat a n***a like a b**h I got a choppa wit them sticks I got these p**y n***as pissed These n***as hating I'm The sh** x2