Its Lit by Kay Creme Lyrics
(Hook)
Its Lit
I'm Lit
It's Lit
You Lit
It's Lit
We Lit
It's Lit
Too Lit
I treat a nigga like a bitch
I got a chopper wit them sticks
I got these pussy niggas pissed
These niggas hating I'm The shit x2
(Verse 1)
These nigga's hating I'm the shit
Got pistols hanging out the whip
You pussy nigga's better dip
The money flowing like a ship
These little bitches always hating
They talk about me, it don't phase me
You got no clout and aggravating
Get the fuck out my face bitch aching
You get on my mother fucking nerves
Bitch that's my mother fucking word
You bitches gone flock like a bird
I put a nigga on a shirt
And nigga I'm mother fucking packing
Pistols sparking get the clapping
Slump a nigga get to napping
You know my niggas bout that action
Bitches so mother fucking lame
Always speaking on my name
Bitch you ugly and you stank
My Jordans cost more than yo chain
My Jordans cost more than yo main
My Jordans cost more than yo brain
My pistol gone pop at a stain
I make a pussy nigga plank
You talking acting like you savage
You waving pistols ain't gone blast it
You talking dummy, let you have it
I'm lit as fuck & you a average
They saying they toting them straps
In shootouts they hide in the back
These niggas pussy, tryna act
I'm lit as fuck, and you whack
(Hook)
Its Lit
I'm Lit
It's Lit
You Lit
It's Lit
We Lit
It's Lit
Too Lit
I treat a nigga like a bitch
I got a chopper wit them sticks
I got these pussy niggas pissed
These niggas hating I'm The shit x2
(Verse 2)
How you balling with no money ?
Why you talking, bitch you funny
Bitch you hang around them dummies
You a bum, you ain't nothing
You balling but stay wit yo momma
You flexing ain't even got commas
Fake Louie, Gucci, Ferragamo
Ain't none of your shit real designer
Man go ahead with that shit
You broke as fuck and a bitch
You claim you banging, you a snitch
I'm bout to Drake em wit the 6
And You ain't even got a car... that ain't yo whip that you driving
You saying lil shorty your broad... but that little bitch everybody's
She fucking, & sucking, & ducking my clique
She fucking, & loving, & sucking my dick
I fucked her, don't love her, I bust on her lip
If nigga's gone try me I empty the clip
Pussy niggas really think they can fight
When i see them, niggas quiet on sight
Niggas flexing like they toting the pipe
You ain't blowing , nigga that ain't yo life
Niggas saying that they mother fucking hot
One hit wonder Boy you mother fucking not
Pussy Boy, you a mother fucking thot
Nigga do not come around in my spot
Nigga Do not come around in my section
Nigga I don't fuck around wit no flexers
Don't come around is the mother fucking message
Cause fake niggas, is a fucking infection
(Hook)
Its Lit
I'm Lit
It's Lit
You Lit
It's Lit
We Lit
It's Lit
Too Lit
I treat a nigga like a bitch
I got a choppa wit them sticks
I got these pussy niggas pissed
These niggas hating I'm The shit x2
Its Lit
I'm Lit
It's Lit
You Lit
It's Lit
We Lit
It's Lit
Too Lit
I treat a nigga like a bitch
I got a chopper wit them sticks
I got these pussy niggas pissed
These niggas hating I'm The shit x2
(Verse 1)
These nigga's hating I'm the shit
Got pistols hanging out the whip
You pussy nigga's better dip
The money flowing like a ship
These little bitches always hating
They talk about me, it don't phase me
You got no clout and aggravating
Get the fuck out my face bitch aching
You get on my mother fucking nerves
Bitch that's my mother fucking word
You bitches gone flock like a bird
I put a nigga on a shirt
And nigga I'm mother fucking packing
Pistols sparking get the clapping
Slump a nigga get to napping
You know my niggas bout that action
Bitches so mother fucking lame
Always speaking on my name
Bitch you ugly and you stank
My Jordans cost more than yo chain
My Jordans cost more than yo main
My Jordans cost more than yo brain
My pistol gone pop at a stain
I make a pussy nigga plank
You talking acting like you savage
You waving pistols ain't gone blast it
You talking dummy, let you have it
I'm lit as fuck & you a average
They saying they toting them straps
In shootouts they hide in the back
These niggas pussy, tryna act
I'm lit as fuck, and you whack
(Hook)
Its Lit
I'm Lit
It's Lit
You Lit
It's Lit
We Lit
It's Lit
Too Lit
I treat a nigga like a bitch
I got a chopper wit them sticks
I got these pussy niggas pissed
These niggas hating I'm The shit x2
(Verse 2)
How you balling with no money ?
Why you talking, bitch you funny
Bitch you hang around them dummies
You a bum, you ain't nothing
You balling but stay wit yo momma
You flexing ain't even got commas
Fake Louie, Gucci, Ferragamo
Ain't none of your shit real designer
Man go ahead with that shit
You broke as fuck and a bitch
You claim you banging, you a snitch
I'm bout to Drake em wit the 6
And You ain't even got a car... that ain't yo whip that you driving
You saying lil shorty your broad... but that little bitch everybody's
She fucking, & sucking, & ducking my clique
She fucking, & loving, & sucking my dick
I fucked her, don't love her, I bust on her lip
If nigga's gone try me I empty the clip
Pussy niggas really think they can fight
When i see them, niggas quiet on sight
Niggas flexing like they toting the pipe
You ain't blowing , nigga that ain't yo life
Niggas saying that they mother fucking hot
One hit wonder Boy you mother fucking not
Pussy Boy, you a mother fucking thot
Nigga do not come around in my spot
Nigga Do not come around in my section
Nigga I don't fuck around wit no flexers
Don't come around is the mother fucking message
Cause fake niggas, is a fucking infection
(Hook)
Its Lit
I'm Lit
It's Lit
You Lit
It's Lit
We Lit
It's Lit
Too Lit
I treat a nigga like a bitch
I got a choppa wit them sticks
I got these pussy niggas pissed
These niggas hating I'm The shit x2