Yung Cortex - Oh It's Lit lyrics

[Verse 1: Fat Nick] Pull up stuntin', do no cardio, my diamonds dance 2-2-4, we shoot 'em, give no f**s, gonna smoke his a** Rick Owens, toe stepping Dropping bands, yeah, rich and reckless I just bought some VVSes, crumb [?] my necklace b**h I know to hold uzi hold a f**ing hundred rocks I drink syrup, I pop percs I'm breaking hearts, I'm rich and bold All designer head to toe, your main b**h loving me Snort a roxy, then pop three, swept me off my feet Tip toe, Margiela piss right on my floors 10K, neck froze All these hollows, let 'em go 30 in my sh**, extended dick, gon' let it rip I don't give a f**, piece of sh**, just rest in piss [Verse 2: Lil Peep] Blood on my wrist You don't give your b**h sh** I got love for your b**h I got mud for your b**h Blood on my wrist You don't give your b**h sh** I got love for your b**h I got mud for your b**h Lil Peep shawty, b**h I feel like Fat Nick (ay) Lil Peep shawty, I got diamonds on my lip I got hoes on my dick I need rims on my whip b**h, I cry every night and I'm pretty like a b**h (woo) Pretty like a b**h on my Based World sh** (ay) Shout out Lil B, I can never be a snitch (ay) Shout out to the bay, and the south, Triple 6 Yelling "f** Donald Trump" He ain't really with the sh**s