4 Lit lyrics

[Intro]
(30, you a fool for this one)

[Chorus: B.o.B]
sh*t be two lit, sh*t be four lit
Pick me up before six
Gutter b*tch with another b*tch
We ain't trippin' 'cause we all hit
Yeah, we all with the f*ck sh*t
Yeah, we all with the f*ck sh*t
Two lit, sh*t be four lit
We ain't trippin' 'cause we all hit

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Yeah, yeah, t-t-that's the sh*t I like (Hey)
I ain't got no type, I can't decide
Girls like girls like girls, they can't deny
Eatin' pus*y with a side of wine
No, it ain't no tellin' what we might do
When she in a penthouse with a tight view
Reefer got me stuck, sh*t, got my eyes glued
Oh yeah, that's my girl and that's her wife too

[Chorus: B.o.B]
Lit, sh*t be four lit
Pick me up before six
Gutter b*tch with another b*tch
We ain't trippin' 'cause we all hit
Yeah, we all with the f*ck sh*t
Yeah, we all with the f*ck sh*t
Two lit, sh*t be four lit
We ain't trippin' 'cause we all hit
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ayy, Dolla hit it, B.o.B hit
Uh, T.I.P. hit it, TeeCee hit
Ayy, I feel like we the new Dogg Pound
Uh, she know Dolla gettin' money now
Uh, I'ma pass her like Cam
Yeah, I'ma pass her like Peyton
Ooh, I got diamonds on my neck
I got diamonds on my rib
Put some diamonds on my main b*tch
Uh, in the Porsche so wavy
Put a Rollie on my lady, Dolla need a new baby
Eh, she know Dolla stay litty
Still ain't heard about Dolla?
You should come to my city

[Chorus: B.o.B, Ty Dolla $ign & T.I.]
sh*t be two lit, sh*t be four lit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pick me up before six
Gutter b*tch with another b*tch
We ain't trippin' 'cause we all hit (Yeah)
Yeah, we all with the f*ck sh*t (Oh)
Yeah, we all with the f*ck sh*t (Ye-ye-yeah)
Two lit, sh*t be four lit (Uh, okay)
We ain't trippin' 'cause we all hit (Sheesh)
[Verse 3: T.I.]
You know we all hit' it (All hit it)
All my n*ggas quick to hit and never call b*tches
Just might see my lil n*gga pullin' up wit' y'all b*tches
Pick the short ones up, bend it over tall b*tch
Ayy, put that phone down and mind your f*ckin' business, girl
Ayy, put some money up if you so independent, girl
But I'm just tryna put some diamonds in ya pendant, get your titties fixed
Presidential suites and private jets, outside the city sh*t
One thing I can't stand is a petty hoe (Petty hoe)
Can't keep your business to yourself, don't go to tellin' folks
'Bout where you been and how much pus*y you be sellin' folk
Don't wanna see her with a telescope, tell her go

[Chorus: B.o.B, Ty Dolla $ign & Both]
sh*t be two lit, sh*t be four lit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pick me up before six
Gutter b*tch with another b*tch
We ain't trippin' 'cause we all hit (Yeah)
Yeah, we all with the f*ck sh*t (Oh, oh)
Yeah, we all with the f*ck sh*t (Ye-ye-yeah)
Two lit, sh*t be four lit (Girl)
We ain't trippin' 'cause we all here (Oh)

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, yeah
Dolla $ign