Lit

What? (In this bitch, in this bitch) yeah
I'm in this bitch with Yung Carti
(Carti, bee) yeah

Check out my neck and wrist (What?)
I know you can tell that we lit (What?)
I know you can tell that we lit
I know you can tell that we lit (What?)
Look at my neck and my wrist (Loaded)
I got this shit off a lick, uh
Fuck on my bih', yeah
Fuck on my bih' from my bed, yeah
Yeah, that lit yeah, that lit
Yeah, that lit yeah, that lit
Yeah, that lit yeah, that lit
Yeah, that lit

Walk em' then, I'm licking, smelling
And I'm talking bricks
I get that green money
Kyrie Irving, I get boss and shit
Run a Rollie it ain't
Two-tone, ain't rocking that
I'm rocking VLONE
Me and Carti pulling up and we smash it
Louis luggage, I don't need extra baggage
, I'm up on my fashion
Gucci, Alexander McQueen on the glasses
Balling on a nigga, I feel like I'm Magic