SBOE - This Shit Is Lit (Remix) lyrics
rate meThis shit is lit
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
All the bottles in the club
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
40 bottles in the club
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
40 bottles in the club
Boy, this shit is lit
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
40 bottles in the club
Boy, this shit is lit
All these bad bitches, they molly popping
In the club we bottle shopping
In the hood we square copping
My young boys, they stay mobbing
Yeah, I made that four wheel
Gotta strap down with that 40 grill
2-12 be the newest wheel
Last year show everyone the badder bill
Walk in and we turn up, don’t fry your face, you know us
Got … a murderer, we shot them down, armed and dangerous
Yeah, I’m in that 2-12, post it up on Twitter
RIP my nigga went away, we still post it on Twitter
Yeah, nigga, that’s what I said, that Roly shining, that’s what I did
20 Benz in that big face, I grind harder in here
Slow buck and that be the brand, sitting bucks and I be the man
Shit lit boy, you heard me now, goddamn and I need a fam
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
All the bottles in the club
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
40 bottles in the club
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
40 bottles in the club
Boy, this shit is lit
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
40 bottles in the club
Boy, this shit is lit
Ok, I cooled up in that new …my niggas will turn with us
They are true like John Smith
Cumulating them stacks, check your stash nigga, they don’t lit
I got bad bitches on molly working, where molly work? Right here
Say one time for them real niggas, two times for them bad bitches
Y’all niggas be coughing those ‘cause y’all ain’t never had bitches
My niggas don’t let ‘em all, we hit ‘em all then pass, nigga
Like a hella club, pick ‘em up, drive ‘em off, no cab, nigga
We snapping now, all this money we wrecking now
Four ribs we backing out I’m like fuck y’all niggas, y’all mad about
We smoking kush, cashing out, no laptop, that may come out
All my … I bled them all, black all money, don’t max them out
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
All the bottles in the club
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
40 bottles in the club
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
40 bottles in the club
Boy, this shit is lit
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
40 bottles in the club
Boy, this shit is lit
That black Jesus got me leaning
Double cup, Morgan Freeman
Going back and forth, jumping out that Ford Accord
Rio’s in my fan up, that Tony the Tiger
I take a bitch for the weekend then fuck her friend while she sleeping
Gray brim when I snap back, I’m tatted like a biker boy
Miss me with that fuck shit, I’m riding around with a full clip
And green house shaking, like the shade of your basement
Your bitch all on me, up and greased all on me
It’s on nigga, picture me rolling
I’m on the red eye, sipping red wine, sitting first class on my fly ass
My pee wing still flapping, hide in your captain
Does she lit, boy? Does she lit, nigga, what’s happening?
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
All the bottles in the club
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
40 bottles in the club
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
40 bottles in the club
Boy, this shit is lit
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
This shit is lit
40 bottles in the club
Boy, this shit is lit
