IM LIT ft. A Favel & Jay Active Lyrics

I guess she got that thing that I like from the back

I'ma hit make her scream two times

And you know that I'm lit matter fact who lied

Said I'm parked outside in a brand new Benz

Couple racks, shot gun, I don't need new friends

How you gon' do me dirt now it's up say less

Got my own damn bread that's a real big flex

If you not moving right then you gotta get left

I guess she got that thing that I like from the back

I'ma hit make her scream two times

And you know that I'm lit matter fact who lied

Said I'm parked outside in a brand new Benz

Couple racks, shot gun, I don't need new friends

How you gon' do me dirt now it's up say less

Got my own damn bread that's a real big flex

If you not moving right then you gotta get left

Now first things first, gotta put in work

Used to put you first

I don't do feelings, I'm off of a perk

She wanna know, make her feel where it hurts

If you tryna step up then you gotta get served

Take that boys sauce, now he gotta observe

All these blueys on me, now they call me a smurf

She was on nun till I had her convert

I'm in some shit that you cannot afford

I'm in a M and them boys in a Ford

These are Christian Dior, these are not Tom Ford's

I'm in the booth, I don't got time for her

Got the cat goin' crazy, she move it like Doja

I remember them days when I couldn't approach her

Now we step in the spot, and now all eyes are on us

I guess she got that thing that I like from the back

I'ma hit make her scream two times

And you know that I'm lit matter fact who lied

Said I'm parked outside in a brand new Benz

Couple racks, shot gun, I don't need new friends

How you gon' do me dirt now it's up say less

Got my own damn bread that's a real big flex

If you not moving right then you gotta get left

I guess she got that thing that I like from the back

I'ma hit make her scream two times

And you know that I'm lit matter fact who lied

Said I'm parked outside in a brand new Benz

Couple racks, shot gun, I don't need new friends

How you gon' do me dirt now it's up say less

Got my own damn bread that's a real big flex

If you not moving right then you gotta get left

I'm in the back of the back with your bitch

Taking shots of the Casamigos

And I'm with the gang if her friends wanna slide

Then I'm tellin' my guys here we go

And you know my body if she feelin' nice

And she widdit tell her get behind me

But I only keep it a hunnit with you

Just as long as you got me

And I just pulled up in the all black whip

If she takin' shots, tell her shake that shit

Tryna blow up her phone, but she too damn lit

Sorry nigga tonight, you might lose your bitch

And we playin' for keeps, no this ain't no script

We gon' run up a bag till we so damn rich

Know we came from the mud, now we in tropics

And it's big MTG now they love that shit

Yeah, yeah

And it's big MTG now they love that shit

Yeah

It's A Favel

Hm, Jay Active