Untitled - LIT lyrics

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