Lyrics

Wooaah Wooaah Wooaah I walk in the building I flex Hey Shoes cost about a check I don't need to love a bitch Money change a nigga quick New number, who this Really hope you a lick Ima take all your shit (Hey) I might even fuck your bitch (Woah) I ain't playing, gotta prove nothing I been saying you should do something .40 Glock with the beam hunting Aim at you if you say something I ain't fucking with a snitch (Nah) You was never with the shits (Pop) Smoke a spliff with a bitch (High) I'm crazy like a Lit Boy I'm a lit boy, lit boy, lit boy, lit boy (Hey) (Woah) I'm a lit boy, lit boy, lit boy, lit boy (Hey) (Damn) I'm a lit boy, lit boy, lit boy, lit boy (Hey) (Woah) I'm a lit boy, lit boy, lit boy, lit boy, lit boy A cigarette lit momma doesn't approve Said that my actions drop me out of school Told her I do what I want I'm a fool Sparked up my blunts and my pain to the moon, but it's back now Drugs never helped Picked up my pen and picked up my wealth Tired of wishing I don't need a well If I didn't have music I'd be dead or in jail Copied every rapper day to day Til I found a safer place to stay In my mind I locked the key away Be yourself and boy you'll be amazed Find yourself so you can get away Rappings all I do to slow the pain Erase the day sedate to get away So you can understand and stop the game Hahaha Lit Boy Hahahahaha Lit Boy Hahahahaha Lit Boy (I'm fucking lit Casey) I never love her or keep her (Smash) Need me just ring on the beeper (Skrrt) Tiny Boy rock with the heater (Pew pew) Bullets go fast like a cheetah Never run, never back down Caleb got it when I'm out of town Throw a rack for the .30 round Blau, blau, blau now on the ground Blau, blau, blau now on the ground I'm done Fuck all you niggas And your grandmas And your uncles, your aunts Your nieces, your nephews, your God kids, your God grandkids, your great grandkids Fuck em
Writer(s): Bryson Strawbridge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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