It be lit it be it be lit
It be lit it be it be lit
It be lit it be it be lit
It be lit it be it be lit
Loving this music man I did it for a reason
Happy new year turn a year to my season
I chop em up eat em up like salami
They saying that they wavy let me bring a tsunami
Hopped up in this thing I'm interracial
Rhymes be fire but I keep my wrist glacial
They tried to keep me in the dungeon
Little did they know I repped Streatham South London
It's like you could of had Sofi instead
But you lied with Freya in her bed
Tryna reach all these girls through text
Say you in love you just want to have s**
Rude boy
The rhymes was fire I told you I wrote it quick
But I guess it's bad since I lost to a magic trick
And no hard feelings to anyone I offended
Cuz I shut down all the fake love they pretended
This that boss flow, That never lost flow
Ball at Costco,Im to boss tho
Why you mad bro
Don't be sad bo, where ya dad oh
You need furlough
We was all good back then you was befriending me, But now the winter came you people enemies
Hair all fresh looking like Brad Pitt
Rhymes so meaningful Like BIG Krit
90% of you kids do I have to baby sit
3 am sipping Fanta it be lit
It be lit it be it be lit
It be lit it be it be lit
It be lit it be it be lit
It be ******* lit
It be lit yeah it be it be it be ******* lit
You ugly you your daddy son