Lit Up
• Written by Anonymous
4 bar verses
ya boi yung cal
Hook:
Pull up in the Ferrari
I ain't Old school no atari
All push to start no car keys
All eating well no starving
Verse:
I'm eating well off your dinner plate I'm out here moving like interstate
Quarter ounces to a quarter pound mix that shit and there's my sound
Run this town there ain't no doubt motherfuckers try an I shoot em down
I'm lit up doubled cupped up purple stuff all in my cup
I pop a xan I smoke a fiend I hit the blunt I split the dutch
Lit up I'm lit up young forever my homies better spitting like .10 berettas
Never better never better I'm wet motherfucker just wear a sweater
Trap car only got two letters, ya boi out here fuckin makin chedda
Flip it change it now its feta, home a sex shrine just call it mecca
Much too rich reel em in like fish got swiss on my wrist that's swiss on the bitch
That's audemar excellence check a bitch then check it in you other niggas pedestrian
Hook: 1x
Verse:
Movin coke out the driveway movin mexican on the highway
Time flies but I stay fucking bitches out the ass sideways
I fucken rap I tote the strap I wear a hat I slang a gat
I sip the 'gnac in the lac fuck boys ya heard me right
Slide through in the vipe I'm sippin on ice call that dirty sprite
Rap bars hit hard call me mighty mike
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