LIT lyrics

[Intro]
(No way, Hozay)

[Verse 1: J Neat]
b*tch, we sellin' fiends, we ain't sellin' dreams, yeah, ah
I don't want your body, get up on your knees, yeah, ah
All them shooters in my circle ride with me, yeah, ah
I pull up with killers in the back seat, yeah, ah
I ain't never had no stick, cro had to give me one, yeah
I was still spinnin' blocks 'til I had catch me one, yeah
It was me and Twin at each side, ain't no one-on-ones, ayy
I remember we had glizzys, we had to perk the dons, ayy
It's me and Burna in the trap, we ain't gon' leave 'til it's dawn, ayy
I can't trust nobody, put my trust in a gun
I be smokin' SD 'til it hurt my lungs, yeah
I be smokin' Stenno, I'm smokin' Dubz (No way, Hozay), yeah
You don't want no war with us, my new opps, yeah, they b*tches
And they cliquin', we the ones that leave no witness (Grrah, grrt)
Pop out shootin' with precision
We make packs, I ain't gotta say
I be shootin', but I be prayin'
We still dodgin' investigations
Heard he be trappin', but he ain't savin' (Whoo, whoo, yeah)
Look at the flick of the wrist, ah
She think she feelin' my di*k, ah (I don't)
But she be feelin' the clip, ah
Yeah, ah, I got a .30, the clip, ah
G-26, it fit in my pocket, I ain't gotta put it on my hip
She wanna f*ck before she met me, think she feelin' the drip
And I be ballin' like I'm L.A., b*tch, I shoot with clips (Grrt, grrt)
And I feel like I'm Fivio, she fell in love with a Crip (Brr)
Yeah, you know that we lit (It's lit)
Yeah, you know that we lit (It's lit)
[Verse 2: Burna Bandz]
Yeah, yeah, you know that we lit
Come through blowin' sh*t
How you gon' play both sides like I won't notice it? (Huh?)
I see the shade through the Cartier tints
Hopped in the coupe, then I hopped in the Benz (Skrrt)
f*cked the lil' ho, I ain't call her again (Ooh)
Got demons on call when it's time to sin (Yeah)
It's still f*ck the opps, that's just what it is
That's just what it is, most of these n*ggas, I swear they pretend (Pretend)
Diamonds, they glisten, they be hard to miss
We shootin' sh*t in the Six like Vince (Carter)
Amiri jeans and Dior prints (Christian)
Jump out gang, I'ma take that risk
Threw it all in the pot, had to take that chance
And I ain't fell off ever since then (No way, Hozay)
I don't wanna f*ck, b*tch, give me that head
I don't wanna f*ck, so I count these bands
She feel this Glock 19 in my pants
She love the way how these diamonds, they dance (Yeah)
I do what I want, they do what they can
We brought them drums out like we in a band
I hit the switch, let it blow like a fan (Grrt)
Free Baby K and 4-7 out that jam, yeah, yeah (Members)
Long live Houdini, I'm big Houligan
'Member we took a plug down for ten
I don't want that Glock if it ain't fifth gen' (Nah)
Had it gone before it even land
And the bricks came in with a stamp (Yeah)
Sippin' lean, I been living too fast
In the SRT, doin' the dash
And I got a bad b*tch head in my lap
Don't circle my block, we gon' send 'em right back
And I hang with real shooters, go 'head, check the stats
Bad b*tch, and she ride like a Scat
Ain't talkin' 'bout Apple, but we play with MACs
Came a long way from bleachin' in the trap
Northside of Jane, yeah, we been on the map (Northside)
Put my hood on my back, yeah (That's right)