We Lit! Lyrics

(Roscoe ain't playin)

Long said that I live too fast tell all these niggas catch up

Four years ago I was on my ass, young nigga had to flex up

I gotta get my check up, I was by myself

Had nobody check up

Said this bitch for the team

Just a head's up

She throw her ass down, then get a neck up

I been like Elon Musk Keep going til I reach them Elon Bucks

Niggas can't be like us

Man heard that she a Neon slut

That boy a Peon, trust

Don't talk bout the gang, guarantee it's up

Dick got her loud, she stuck

I fuck her so good that she fall in love

Check

She calling me Guapo

She know that I'm about a;

Check

This purple baguette and these guettes

It's all on my, uh

Neck

I fuck on lil' baby and then I chuck up the deuces

I'm sorry, I'm on to the next

I bought up the Louis, I bought up McQueen's

I'm sorry lil' bitch

I'ma flex

My brudda just told me he know I'ma make it

Said: just keep your foot on their necks

I chill in the spot and I'm smoking on weed

No sorry bitch, I never stress

This bitch keep calling me on FaceTime

I'm sorry bitch, I wanna text

No cap

(Why she keep calling me?)

WTF?

McQueen on my toes

I couldn't get Rick

I'm fucking these hoes

She suckin' my dick

I passed her da bros

I made an assist

I shooting my shot

I just made a swish

She wanna go crazy

She wanna get lit

I'm feeling so wavy

Get lit in this bitch

Get lit and go crazy

Get litty

We lit!

Get lit and go crazy

Get litty

Get lit!