Make It Lit lyrics

[Intro]
Go, go
(Rain on the move)
(Drop that sh*t Slim)
Kenzo B
Top two and I'm not two, b*tch
Real sh*t
Like, like
Like what?

[Chorus]
Catch a opp in the spot I leave her where she dance at
My respect, I'ma always demand that
f*ck what these b*tches sayin', where they bands at?
All talk like, "What's up? Where your hands at?
f*ck y'all n*ggas too, heard they bring up my name, ask that boy where the f*ck is his mans at (Like where?)
n*ggas know that I'm it, tell him get off my di*k, acting tough but that won't bring your man's back (Grrah)

[Verse 1]
b*tches don't wanna fight but they talk out their jaw (At all)
Think you safe with your mans, have brodie knock him off (Like, like what?)
We ain't gotta get back, they ain't up on no boards (Grrah, grrah)
How they say he get back? Someone went to the—
Free bro, I'ma still get him back, b*tch
Free the guys that got knocked tryna wack sh*t (Like)
Pretty b*tch, forty-eight on some tact sh*t
Shots in his back, he do more than a back flip (On bro)
Don't know why twenty-four on my di*k, like he don't what's up tell him go get his b*tch (Dummy)
She get beat and then he gettin' hit, he get left 'cause he walk with no heat on his hip (Grrah, grrah)
I want diss on no b*tch or no set
I won't trip bout a b*tch or a threat
I applied enough pressure, these b*tches is pressed, if it's smoke let me know, say that sh*t with your chest (Like what?)
They gon' hate 'cause the know I'm up next (Grrah)
Still lookin' good while I walk with the TEC (Like)
Yeah, I'm hood but I'm back that's a flex
If a b*tch try her luck on my soul Ima step
Say no more make it lit when you see me (Grrah)
Duckin' top on your head, no Fiji (Grrah)
I don't gotta aim 'cause this sh*t is too easy (Grrah)
Just up it and flame like I seen it on (Grrah, grrah, boom)
[Chorus]
Catch a opp in the spot I leave her where she dance at (Like)
My respect, I'ma always demand that (Grrah)
f*ck what these b*tches sayin', where they bands at?
All talk like, "What's up? Where your hands at? (Ayy)
f*ck y'all n*ggas too, heard they bring up my name, ask that boy where the f*ck is his mans at (Where he at?)
n*ggas know that I'm it, tell him get off my di*k, acting tough but that won't bring your man's back (Get off my di*k)

[Verse 2]
5'1" and I stay with extensions (Grrah)
Don't know that I'm the one that they mention (Like)
They stay on my di*k 'cause they lack independence
Outside every day, I got perfect attendance
Try to front, them b*tches gettin' parked (On bro)
f*ck a fight, them b*tches gettin' sparked (On bro)
Y'all alright, or ya just wanna start, I'm a creep like the reaper lurkin' in the dark (Like, like)
Now I'm lit, let's take it to the top
I won't argue with n*ggas, n*ggas gettin' shot (At all)
Never miss like I cannot be topped
If a b*tch got a problem tell her, "Suck a c*ck" (Suck my di*k)
Yeah, that b*tch act crazy but she not (Grrah)
n*ggas try to play, he gettin' flocked
Try to chill but I can never stop
He so tough but they caught him talkin' to the cops
Got a gun but he ain't never use it (Grrah)
Check the score it show who really do sh*t (Grrah)
Up and ask later how the f*ck we losin'?
In love with the smoke, and no we can't defuse it (Grrah)
They can troll, we all know what's up
10 out 10 them n*ggas ain't tough (Like)
Talk on bro but that b*tch is a sl*t
If she jackin' the opps that lil' b*tch gettin' cut (She gettin' cut)
Pass me the chop, that lil' b*tch better duck (Like)
Don't trip, better watch how she run, I won't show no remorse if it's up I'm a dump
b*tches soft and they know they can't get up with us (At all)
b*tch, I'm lit, "Give a f*ck 'bout the next b*tch"
How I'ma go and I keep me a weapon? (Tell me how?)
Be yourself and give up the pretendin'
They say get back but we already left them
We don't think, n*ggas ain't second guessin'
b*tch, I could fight give a f*ck bout your best friend (Like, like)
Can't geeked and that sh*t is depressin'
Let them b*tches be, I'ma teach them a lesson (On bro)
b*tches mad I'm who they wanna be (That's facts)
n*ggas mad 'cause they b*tches ain't me (Like)
And they always outside 'til we bend through their Pz
And them boys should run track 'cause they fast on they feet (Grrah, grrah-graah, boom)
[Chorus]
Catch a opp in the spot I leave her where she dance at
My respect, I'ma always demand that (Like)
f*ck what these b*tches sayin', where they bands at? (Grrah)
All talk like, "What's up? Where your hands at? (Where he at?)
f*ck y'all n*ggas too, heard they bring up my name, ask that boy where the f*ck is his mans at
n*ggas know that I'm it, tell him get off my di*k (Grrah), acting tough but that won't bring your man's back
Catch a opp in the spot I leave her where she dance at
My respect, I'ma always demand that (Grrah)
f*ck what these b*tches sayin', where they bands at?
All talk like, "What's up? Where your hands at? (What's up?)
f*ck y'all n*ggas too, heard they bring up my name, ask that boy where the f*ck is his mans at (Like, grrah, grrah)
n*ggas know that I'm it, tell him get off my di*k, acting tough but that won't bring your man's back (Grrah)