LIT (Sticks) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Amiri on me, they came with the rips, ya' dig)
Yeah, yeah, (Try to run up on me n*gga, that sh*t ripped, ya' dig)
Oh-oh (Uh)
Ya' dig

[Chorus]
3K on the coat, b*tch rich, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
Hundred-fifty on my wrist, let me talk my sh*t (Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
I remember I was broke, had to steal my kicks (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Now I'm playin' Repo Man (Yeah)
I could take your b*tch, ya dig? (n*gga, I could take your b*tch?)
Amiri denim, they came with the rips, ya dig? (Amiri denim, they came with the rips)
Uh, every time we pop out we got them sticks, ya dig? (Every time we pop out we got them sticks)
Uh, pop it like an ollie, do a trick, ya dig? (Pop it like an ollie, do a trick)
Tell the whole world suck my di*k, I'm lit (I'ma tell the whole world to suck my di*k)

[Verse 1]
I remember, I was broke, last December, in my home (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Recording music so I could post and get my clout up on them hoes
Now a n*gga got a million plus a couple million, uh (Uh, grrah)
I'm the realest in the building when I walk in the building, uh-uh-uh (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, b*tch)
Yeah, yeah, look at that belt, Hermès
Look at that vintage Versace, n*gga, you can't cop it
She a pantie droppin' thot, and she love the wristwatch (Yeah, yeah)
Look at the way I up my AP and that b*tch heart stop (Gleam, gleam, gleam)
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh-oh

[Chorus]
3K on the coat, b*tch rich, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Hundred-fifty on my wrist, let me talk my sh*t (Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
I remember I was broke, had to steal my kicks (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Now I'm playin' Repo Man (Yeah)
I could take yo' b*tch, you dig? (n*gga, I could take your b*tch?)
Amiri denim, they came with the rips, ya dig? (Amiri denim, they came with the rips)
Uh, every time we pop out we got them sticks, ya dig? (Every time we pop out we got them sticks)
Uh, pop it like an ollie, do a trick, ya dig? (Pop him like an ollie, do a trick)
Tell the whole world suck my di*k, I'm lit (I'ma tell the whole world to suck my di*k)

[Verse 2]
I bought a couple Monclers for the winter, I can't wait 'til it get cold
These n*ggas in my DM tweaking thinking that I sold my soul
Nah, it's just hard work and blessings, I'm thankful
I could've been in jail or dead, Lord knows I came close (For real)
Everything worked out (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I could flex up on these n*ggas, I don't even gotta work out
Freestyle, f*ck a written, I ain't writin' sh*t down
Just tearin' sh*t down and shuttin' sh*t down

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh-oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh-oh
Ya' dig (Yeah)
[Chorus]
3K on the coat, b*tch rich, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Hundred-fifty on my wrist, let me talk my sh*t (Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
I remember I was broke, had to steal my kicks (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Now I'm playin' Repo Man (Yeah)
I could take your b*tch, ya dig? (n*gga, I could take your b*tch?)
Amiri denim, they came with the rips, ya dig? (Amiri denim, they came with the rips)
Uh, every time we pop out we got them sticks, ya dig? (Every time we pop out we got them sticks)
Uh, pop it like an ollie, do a trick, ya dig? (Pop him like an ollie, do a trick)
Tell the whole world suck my di*k, I'm lit