Lit Up ft. Sainteezy Lyrics

Uh oh, Luka made that mother fucking beat

Bitch I'm lit up, I might walk off in this bitch and hold my wrist up

Get in his feelings if I tell him pick his bitch up

How you let him kill your man you still ain't did none

And how you let him take your gun you still ain't drill none

You getting tender about these hoes you in your feelings

And when she see me with it on she say you killed 'em

These niggas tweaking on the gram I just can't feel 'em

And how you tell that boy go slide know it ain't in 'em

We got the backstreet really lit the other side ain't on shit

Think because I moved up out the city I can't get niggas spent

I ain't say no names up in this song but I know some niggas hit

You and your feelings like a bitch about some internet shit

We take them hoes and switch 'em quick these niggas bitches riding dick

He in his feelings on the gram I rather hang out with his bitch

I'm in my feelings with this bag I'd rather lay up with a ten

Had to switch up to the Beamer cause I spent 'em in the benz

We pop out outside ain't no killers when we ride

All these niggas lying feel like Tony when I'm on a bean

30 in the ride all that cappin' for the net that's how most these niggas die

About that queso I'ma hop in traffic lose my top and let that Drake blow

T.L.G the label trap lingo we in they face though

Double L R and bout my brothers I'm gon' spaz

I heard these niggas hatin' bad since I been in my bag

Never speak upon the MOB boy get your lil shit hit up

I been chewing Perks consistently now I got hiccups

Nekko all in Lenox mall he been tearing shit up

Looked up at my chain and I told this bitch I'm lit up

Bitch I'm lit up I might walk off in this bitch and hold my wrist up

Get in his feelings if I tell him pick his bitch up

How you let him kill your man you still ain't did nothing

And how you let him take your gun you still ain't done nothing

You getting tender about these hoes you and your feelings

Even when she see me with it on she say you killed 'em

These niggas tweaking on the gram I just can't feel 'em

And how you tell that boy go slide know it ain't in 'em

Walk up in this bitch and hold my wrist high

Blowing on this Zaza pocket full of big guys

Trap lingo the mob bitch on my momma I wont switch sides

Niggas ever disrespect this shit gon' get they shit fried

We pull up and kill the show every time we pop out

My opps don't want no smoke you know they big homie might cop out

30 in the glizzy know they hear me when I spin shit

Walk a nigga down and double back I'm trying to end it

Bitch I'm trying to end shit no cap I'm trying to drill shit

We gon' double back so many times gone make you feel this

Who you think they send to take the demons off the kill list

Nekko say the word and get you stepped on like a pill bitch

By the way it's different still free steel and long live Mel a hunnid years

Don't tell these niggas your every move and don't trust these bitch they get you killed

Niggas mad I quit the pills these bitches love me I keep it real

I been had money ain't need no deal so after I sell I still might drill

Don't speak up on the MOB boy get your lil block swept up

Lil Nekko ass been hard big backstreet even better

Sainteezy had done called and said lil bro don't ever let up

Misty dropped my name and Google had me thinking

Bitch I'm lit up I might walk off in this bitch and hold my wrist up

Get in his feelings if I tell him pick his bitch up

How you let him kill your man you still ain't did nothing

And how you let him take your gun you still ain't done nothing

You getting tender about these hoes you and your feelings

And when she see me with it on she say you killed 'em

These niggas tweaking on the gram I just can't feel 'em

And how you tell that boy go slide know it ain't in 'em

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