Lit

Bro where am I at?

You gone

You're out of time

Never run out of time doing too much road running

I feel like the road runner

Never run out of time, that's why I got two watches on

With the gas lit puffing mind and wrist on Audemars

Hit his head run off with his car he see a lot of stars

These not the same ones in the SRT

Not going band for band with rats they got too much cheese

Lit been hit a M, but fucked that, I need a Z

Fucked em all for free, but asked Lit to pay me

Don't even get no food, bitch, just walk on out

Too many blues like Roddy, still can't walk you down

For the opps, that ain't asking enough

Put a cape on the card, they need more than one punch

Lit been the man and he done turned on the super bag

Spending pape on the hoes done turned on your stupid bag

Wake up in the morning, now you mad, pull the dust out it

Eating too much food on my plate, got a fat stomach

She got a man fucked that I'm fina Mac on her

Shit

Yeah, Just like that

Five minutes, all it took

I needed that

You got a man, I don't give a fuck

Baby, it's Lit

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