Lite It Up lyrics

[Intro]
Lite it up

[Hook]
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Shots leave your body looking like you're doin' yoga
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Shots leave your body looking like you're doin' yoga
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Shots leave your body looking like you're doin' yoga
Shots leave your body looking like you're doin' yoga
Shots leave your body looking like you're doin' yoga, yoga

[Verse]
I can’t f*ck with ho n*ggas
I can’t trust these hoes neither
Wake up early in the morning
Eat that pus*y like cold pizza
Hater ass n*ggas be baller blocking
Acting like some goalkeepers
There’s a reason for everything
But my n*ggas kill for no reason
Camo shorts with a ho beater
All-black hoodie, I’m Grim Reaper
Look like its time for spring cleaning
Brand new spanking street-sweeper
Been in the game, I’m knee-deep
I like good head, I like good reefer
All my n*ggas strapped and ready
To set it off, Queen Latifah
Got a chopper with a drum
Split swishers with my thumb
Get money like Donald Trump
Double barrel on that pump
This Kush I got ain’t no chump
Get stupid and get stomped
Two guns I call ‘em Kriss Kross
Kriss Kross will make you jump
Gotta do what a n*gga gotta do
Got goons, I ain’t even gotta shoot
Got a bunch of bad b*tches by the pool
I like my b*tches in two’s
Gotta go, I stick it and move
G-code, I stick to the rules
Last night I got so high
I swear to God, I went to the moon
I’m on that sh*t you can’t get nowhere
You pus*y boy, don’t go there
If I don’t do nothing I’mma ball, no hair
Smoking on that “oh yeah”
My n*ggas tote that hardware
What you ’bout woadie?
My n*ggas about that warfare
Real n*gga since day one
Cause I ain’t promised day two
Throw that pus*y at me
b*tch I think I’m Babe Ruth
Drop top Maybach on the way
Yeah that’s that new Landaulet
She let me into her jungle
I’m gonna hit her with that rattlesnake
Guns clap like patty cake
Blood gang, red bandanna face
Make them pussies pop they-self
You can call that “masturbate”
I don’t front no fabricate
I get high, I gravitate
Weezy F Baby b*tch, the F is for Fascinate
Louisiana, I’m from that swamp
I’mma pull this b*tch out and dump
Better run like Forrest Gump
f*ck you and where you from
3, 2, I am the one, job well done
I ball 24/7, 365, 12 months
Wassup redbone? Wassup caramel?
Come to Wayne’s World, it’s a fairy tale
Yeah I’m high b*tch, b*tch I para-sail
[Hook]
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Shots leave your body looking like you're doin' yoga
Shots leave your body looking like you're doin' yoga
Shots leave your body looking like you're doin' yoga, yoga