Lit

I'm still ... thugging sure minding my business
Still slumming, fucking all y'all bitches
And I ain't going nowhere without my nigga (without my nigga)
And all my nigga ride, we gonna handle my business

And we don't give a fuck cause we stupid lit
Fuck that nigga, take his bitch
Shoot him up, sell a brick
Pop a bottle, smoke a zip
We don't give a fuck cause we stupid lit
Bought Me coke, stupid rich
I went broke, now we rich
Pop a bottle, smoke a zip
We don't give a fuck cause we stupid lit

Money on my mind, tool up on my waist
Disrespect the fam, shoot him in his face
I just had a dream, my whole crew was getting face
Kilo like a castle, pooling like a lake
I don't get depression, I might switch directions
Bottles in the section, models giving blessings
Slumming life I'm living, fucking niggas' bitches
Just don't violate my niggas, and don't be taking pictures

All my bitches turnt, all my niggas lit
I'm an MC with a hammer
Too legit to quit
Fuck a nine to five
I work six to six
... got no money (bitches got broke)
Let me reminisce
Fucking right, ... where we from ain't nothing nice
Now we lit up every fucking night (turnt)
Disrespect the niggas, that's my fucking vice
In the kitchen like a butter knife (whip)
Bitches geeking off a hundred lights
Single nigga, I don't want a wife
What more can I say, I'm loving life
Roll the fucking dice, slum

We don't give a fuck cause we stupid lit Say we don't give a fuck cause we stupid lit
We don't give a fuck cause we stupid lit
Say we don't give a fuck cause we stupid lit



Credits
Writer(s): Mickey Cones, Derek George, Monty Criswell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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