Lit ft. Eboog Lyrics

.. They just can't fuck with me

Pushin' the Lincoln

I'm drivin' in luxury

Got a bad bitch in the front and she suckin' me

Know that these niggas be hatin, can't fuck with me

I'm on the couch in the trap with a couple Gs, yeah, yeah

Pussy, stop talkin' that shit, you ain't touchin' me

Know if it's up, you know that it's stuck with me

Better stop playin, this shit could get ugly, yeah, yeah

I got a foreign inside of a foreign

She give me that brain

She give me that Norbit

All in her mouth like I was Orbit, yeah

Stashin' these feelings, I feel like a hoarder

Skippin' these states, crossin' your border

I bagged a baddie and took her to Florida, yeah, uh

Jump in that pussy, that shit like some water

Goin' for rounds, we in the fourth quarter

I got some cake, I want some more

Big bling, nice clothes

Bad bitches, bankrolls

Season change, change hoes

You know how the game goes

Play a hater, oh, no

In a single lane road

Ain't no stealing my flow, no

Torch, yeah, uh

Nigga, I feel it, uh, yeah

That nigga up to the ceiling, uh, yeah

Uh, yeah, Torch

Nigga, I feel it, uh

I popped a pill, yeah

I want a chill

But I need a million

Yeah House on a hill

Bad little bitch in some heels

Smokin' on banana peels

Ew

Let me just keep it for real

You know I keep it a stack

Any nigga say my name

Nigga, we gettin' them whacked

While I'm in the back of the back

Crackin' a seal on the alc

I get a feelin' from cash

And countin' up rack after rack, yeah

I just be runnin' my green up

Bad little bitch like Selena

I fuck her, then I never seen her

So she cannot act like I need her

I'm pourin' drink by the liter

It make me talk to my demons

I gotta walk with my heater

It feel like I walk with the reaper

Torch, nigga I feel it

It got me up to the ceiling uh, yeah

I think I feel it

It got me up to the ceiling yeah Torch