Lyrics Devil's Lettuce - Lit Man T

Whoa fuck, heard you're tired of listenin' to the slow jams
Okay, what we missin' in the code to fix the program
Okay, call the shepherd I don't think this bass is Christian
Oy vey, keep it kosher cause this place about to go ham

Now Lit T vertically be stacking 3 balls like a snowman
Easy layup cause I'm on my way up you should know
Triple double no foul trouble, can you help me get hold the door
That means that I got at least three dimes shopping wit me at store

My veins are feeling so icy get the mothafucking antifreeze
Close the door behind you, keep your mothafuckin' panties please
Cause I was inside you, don't mean you just can do anything
Girl let me remind you, all this money I'm about to make

Could buy you plenty things
Private suite, yeah that's on me, and it gon' have all the amenities
Just kidding, take the whole team out, call us the Kennedys
We flying private, you not invited, lucky if you see a pilot

I'm talking orthodontics, cause i got some mo' spit
I mean orthotics, Nike, Adidas, Vans get me some mo' kicks
So when I'm at the store, I'll take my time, make sure my shoes fit
Cause Imma 'bout to walk em' into a whole brand new movement

Yeah Imma turn it up to a whole 'nother level
Vibe with me for a second, you're dancing with the devil
I'm busy in da bedroom just making my bitches legs tremble
Now she be like some Ikea coming disassembled, yeah