Lit lyrics

[Intro: FMB DZ]
Lit, everything lit
Whoever thought that it'd come to this?
Everything lit
Lit, everything lit
n*gga, if I want it I can go and get
Hah, ayy, everything lit
Fifty thousand on me cash, everything legit

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
Ooh, hah, I'm lit the f*ck up
Yeah my b*tch bad and bougie and she stuck up
Yeah these n*ggas tuck they tail when I come around
Me and Choose in Fairfield blowin' out the pound
Lil dirty ass n*gga better watch your mouth
Or I'll have my young n*ggas outside your house
And they all dome hitters, you know what we 'bout
I be ballin' on these n*ggas, you more like a scout
Yeah I jumped in the game, I ain't have a couch
That n*gga just got ten chains, that boy do the most
What I spent in a month, I could've bought a boat
n*ggas ain't did what I did, I'm the f*ckin' GOAT

[Chorus: FMB DZ]
Broke ass rappers always talkin', huh
Coupes back to back, y'all boys walkin', huh
You ain't on my level, it's a different bracket
Snakes on my shoes, snakes on my jacket
Dumpin' ashes in the foreign, I got bad habits
I ain't new to this, b*tch I been havin'
Got a New York b*tch I met in Manhattan
They love when I talk that sh*t so I'ma keep spazzin'
[Verse 2: E-40]
I don't pop bubblegum, I pop guns
And I don't carry loose change, just lump sums
It'd be bad if you got on my bad side
You don't want Doctor Skrill to turn into Mister Hyde
I was raised around hyenas
Ever since I came out of my daddy's p*nis
If I was a pimp, I'd be a genius
I'd be the first pimp to send a ho to Venus
My macking's incredible, I got liquor and edibles
I turn up like the vegetable, smoke a whole lot of medical
Ghetto Heisman like WC, I should get a medal
For being the first D boy to cook a whole key in a kettle
Who got a cigarillo? break down a bush
Roll it and light it, spark up the OG kush
Everybody's invited, this is a celebration
Real n*ggas united, no player hatin', b*tch

[Chorus: FMB DZ]
Broke ass rappers always talkin', huh
Coupes back to back, y'all boys walkin', huh
You ain't on my level, it's a different bracket
Snakes on my shoes, snakes on my jacket
Dumpin' ashes in the foreign, I got bad habits
I ain't new to this, b*tch I been havin'
Got a New York b*tch I met in Manhattan
They love when I talk that sh*t so I'ma keep spazzin'
[Verse 3: FMB DZ]
Pillow talkin' to these hoes, I hear you chit-chattin'
I'ma catch a n*gga out and I'ma gift wrap him
Once a pus*y, always pus*y, I'ma b*tch smack him
I love Gucci or the Louis, yeah I'm mismatching
I heard these n*ggas talkin' loud like they a kingpin
My lil b*tch bustin' scripts 'til the lean in
I just got another car, they say the blue one's here
That n*gga Skuba dropped a five in a root beer

[Chorus: FMB DZ]
Broke ass rappers always talkin', huh
Coupes back to back, y'all boys walkin', huh
You ain't on my level, it's a different bracket
Snakes on my shoes, snakes on my jacket
Dumpin' ashes in the foreign, I got bad habits
I ain't new to this, b*tch I been havin'
Got a New York b*tch I met in Manhattan
They love when I talk that sh*t so I'ma keep spazzin'

[Outro: FMB DZ]
Lit, everything lit
n*gga, if I want it I can go and get
Hah, ayy, everything lit
Fifty thousand on me cash, everything legit