Way 2 Litt lyrics

[Intro]
Can't turn up with you
Why can't I get lit with you?
Why you can't love me, like, I love you?
Uh

[Chorus]
I'm way too lit, f*ck it, might just take another shot
Uh, you know time all we got
Parked at your house and I'm sittin' at your parking lot
Why you bein' petty? Tryna see what all that drama 'bout
Problems on the table, babe please can we work it out
Uh, why you tryna crop me out?
I know I f*cked up and I said, "We can work it out"
I know I f*cked and you hurt, and it's over now

[Verse 1]
Gave you a Perc, can you motherf*cking handle it?
Gave yo' have my heart and you motherf*cking damaged it
I was in the slums, I was burnin' 'bout them savages
Addicted to Glizzys and drugs, say he traffickin'
Gifted with music, y'all left him talentеd
But he fell victim to clappin' sh*t
Mama got shot behind streets in this rapping shi'
Don't diе, no trenches, man, just on some savage sh*t
[Chorus]
I'm way too lit, f*ck it might just pop another pill
Way too lit, f*ck it, I just got another deal
Beat that pus*y up, now she throw been the holy field
My homie killed my homie was it all by the dollar Bill
You better catch a body, swear to God, then you know it's real
pus*y ass n*ggas, don't know how I feel
Kicking all designer, and I'm rolling like a fast wheel
Peeping these streets, hit up sh*t by the hundred tears

[Verse 2]
So many n*ggas crackers throwin' out 100 years
If he in the cell wonder, will you still love him still
If that n*gga dead wonder, will you still love him still
Take care of his mother, man, will you still hug her still
Call murder reason, they got my dawg Johnny killed
Devil goin' crazy up in the field
Can't take no more losses, I shed by the hundred tears
No love in these streets, that 'll get your ass out

[Bridge]
I'm way too lit, f*ck your b*tch, take another shot
Uh, you know time all we got
Parked at your house and I'm sittin' at your parking lot
Why you bein' petty? Tryna see what all that drama 'bout
Problems on the table, babe please can we work it out
Got 'em deep in these streets, please let's just what the problems at (Please)
Why you tryna crop me out?
I know I f*cked up and I said, "We can work it out"
I know I f*cked and you hurt, and it's over now
[Chorus]
I'm way too lit, f*ck it might just pop another pill
Way too lit, f*ck it, I just got another deal
Beat that pus*y up, now she throw been the holy field
My homie killed my homie was it all by the dollar Bill
You better catch a body, swear to God, then you know it's real
pus*y ass n*ggas, don't know how I feel
Kicking all designer, and I'm rolling like a fast wheel
Peeping these streets, hit up sh*t by the hundred tears

[Outro]
Uh, I'm way too lit
Love me, like