Lit lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti & Lotto Savage]
Psst, What? (In this b*tch, in this b*tch)
Yeah
I'm in this b*tch with Yung Carti (Carti, bih')
Yeah

[Chorus: Lotto Savage & Playboi Carti]
Check out my neck and wrist (What?)
I know you can tell that we lit (What?)
I know you can tell that we lit
I know you can tell that we lit (What?)
Look at my neck and my wrist (Loaded)
I got this sh*t off a lick, uh
f*ckin' my bih', yeah
f*ckin my bih' on my bed, yeah
Everything lit
Everything lit
Everything lit
Everything lit
Everything lit
Everything lit
Everything lit

[Verse 1: Loso Loaded & Playboi Carti]
Walking lick, I'm licking, smelling, and I'm talking bricks
I get that green money
Kyrie Irving, Nike bosses and sh*t
Brand new Rollie and it's two-tone, ain't rocking that, I'm rocking VLONE
Me and Carti pulling up and we smash it
Louis luggage, I don't need extra baggage
Family time, b*tch, I'm up on my fashion
Gucci, Alexander McQueen on the glasses
Balling on a n*gga, yeah, I feel likе I'm Magic, yeah (Ballin', ballin')
Yeah, f*ckin' thesе hoes, yeah, I be dancin'
Diamonds they always be dancin'
b*tches they always be dancin' (Ayy)
Diamonds they always be prancin'
f*cked a lil' bih' in my mansion (Uh, what?)
f*ckin' that bih' in my mansion
Ooh, I'm takin' advantage
Ooh, yeah, kickin' her out
Ooh, she havin' a tantrum (Buh)
Kickin' her out, yeah, she havin' a tantrum, yeah
[Chorus: Lotto Savage & Playboi Carti]
Check out my neck, and my wrist (My wrist)
I know you can tell that we lit (I'm lit)
I know you can tell that we lit (Too lit)
I know you can tell that we lit (Too lit)
Look at my neck, and my wirst
I get this sh*t off a lick
f*ckin' my bih', yeah
f*ckin my bih' on my bed, yeah
Everything lit
Everything lit
Everything lit
Everything lit
Everything lit
Everything lit
Everything lit

[Verse 2: Lotto Savage, Playboi Carti & Loso Loaded]
(Hold up)
I look like a walkin' lick (Mhm)
Pull up while kickin' my sh*t (They do)
Your b*tch, she diggin' my fit (Ooh)
Dropped the deuce, and I f*cked up the liter
I don't f*ck with that b*tch, I don't need her
And if bih' want Carti, better throw up party
b*tches stupid, she think I'ma eat her (Psst)
If you frontin' me, swear you can't get it back
Me and Carti in them beamin' they back to back
Strapped with that stick and I look like a walkin' lick (Slatt)
Young n*gga came with a full clip (Phew)
Yeah, ooh, f*cked the bad b*tch on my door lit
Yeah, young n*gga throw it
Yeah, loaded, loaded
Yeah, fully, fully
Ooh, yeah, loaded, loaded
You don't wanna do this (Psst, yuh)
Loaded, loaded, fully (Drowned), young n*gga been rich (Yeah)
Aquafina water yeah b*tch I look like a lake
[Chorus: Lotto Savage & Playboi Carti]
Check out my neck, and my wrist (What?)
I know you can tell that we lit (Yeah)
I know you can tell that we lit (Yuh)
I know you can tell that we lit (What?)
Look at my neck, and my wirst
I get this sh*t off a lick
Uh, f*ckin' my b*tch (What?)
Yeah, b*tch, turn up
Everything lit
Everything lit
Everything lit
Everything lit
Everything lit
Everything lit
Everything lit

[Outro: Playboi Carti & Loso Loaded]
Check it out, uh, yeah
f*ckin' that bih', uh (I'm on that go)
I'm on the 6, uh, blowin' my net
Pourin' the 6
Pourin' the 6