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Lit Up
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Lit Up was released on October 20, 2022 by Dream Chaser Records, Inc as a part of the album Lit Up - Single
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Release DateOctober 20, 2022
LabelDream Chaser Records, Inc
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Ro
Yung Ro
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rashad Dixon
Rashad Dixon
Composer
Milan Szelcsanyi
Milan Szelcsanyi
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
We Made It Studios
We Made It Studios
Recording Engineer
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Milan Szelcsanyi
Milan Szelcsanyi
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Pussy, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Ain't no scraps with beef or blood and shit
And how you fucking with them **** and yo brother dead?
You say you gon' slide, you put that on your brother grave
I just watched your Insta story off my other page
These **** ain't living like that, these **** bluffin'
This choppa I got Russian, I just brought it from my cousin
These diamonds on me bussin', yeah, I dare a **** to touch me
I'm smokin' on that rafe, got the trap smellin' musty
[Verse 3]
Smokin on that gas, it's exotic
Fell in love with oxycontin, I got Percs up in my body
She said she love me, I start noddin'
Capital One, this hoe just want what's in my wallet
I'ma fuck her with my jeans, on paid a thousand for these Robins
[Verse 4]
I go to Danny when I'm shopping, got a mall up in my closet
I'm a bill boy, no Jody, but all my hoes are like Taraji
I'm on Percocets, my legs said excuse me when I start noddin'
I pay for it if I want it, bitch, I got it
She see my chain and start smiling, yeah, that's that ice water
I pop Percocets before we chill, it make me fuck harder
I bring that shit to his front door just like a lunch order
Yeah, she call me daddy when we fuck, but only got one daughter
[Verse 5]
Ain't no scraps with beef or blood and shit
And how you fucking with them **** and yo brother dead?
You say you gon' slide, you put that on your brother grave
I just watched your Insta story off my other page
These **** ain't living like that, these **** bluffin'
This choppa I got Russian, I just brought it from my cousin
These diamonds on me bussin', yeah, I dare a **** to touch me
I'm smokin' on that rafe, got the trap smellin' musty
[Verse 6]
Yeah, she wanna fuck with me, she know I'm out my skin, I keep it P
I'm a bougie rapper, do hoes wrong, I sit and no one speaks
Stay out my business, I don't need advice, you don't practice what you preach
He spent thirty thousand on a watch and made it back in that same week
[Verse 7]
He a hood ****, he don't like good girls, he like freaks
I like her and she like me, I just might fly her out this week, yeah
Neck bussin', wrist bussin', next I'ma do my teeth
I don't care who bussin', I stay clutchin', he better not shoot at me
He got a contract on his head, and lil' bro tryna sign that lease
She gon' fuck me 'cause I'm a superstar, and she heard I'm singed to Meek
I don't do well around weirdos, bitch, I'm from the streets
Last **** play with game, we left his brains on the seat, bitch
[Verse 8]
Ain't no scraps with beef or blood and shit
And how you fucking with them **** and yo brother dead?
You say you gon' slide, you put that on your brother grave
I just watched your Insta story off my other page
These **** ain't living like that, these **** bluffin'
This choppa I got Russian, I just brought it from my cousin
These diamonds on me bussin', yeah, I dare a **** to touch me
I'm smokin' on that rafe, got the trap smellin' musty
Written by: Milan Szelcsanyi, Rashad Dixon
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