Текст песни LIT. - qnt

Bitch, yeah I'm lit
Ain't no time to sleep
Can't stand on no money, that shit steep
I'ma pull up in a foreign jeep
No, I'm not finna trip
I see your ass, you are dirt cheap
That fragrance fake, boy, why you tryna upkeep?
Thought that connection was good, just like 4G
There are circumstances, I cannot foresee
Yeah, I keep 'em hot, 300 degrees
Think it's time to make a leap, yeah, whaaat

Bitch, I'ma pull up in a RAV and empty out your wardrobe
Gonna take the hoodie and rip your fucking ears off
This the album I produced, every synth is a chainsaw
I'm not a writer, I rhyme every single word, so I rhyme my ass off
Too many stupid points, gotta catch em with a lasso
All these lyrics took me less than 5 minutes of my life though
Fuck on your prime hoe
The escalation of the conflict is my aim, bro

I'm in a writer's block
Pull up in an SUV, fuck on your thot
Shoot your crib up with a glock
Hold on to that thought
Rawdogging a song, fuck a studio
I want to make a beat, like Dulio
I keep tools, not knives in my toolbox
Playing that audio in a player, not playing
Fuck hoe listen to Sematary, she not leaving the slaughterhouse
Got lasers out my eyes, they not dim
Get close up to me, I shoot at your team
Do sum' cool, but don't sign to no deals
Else you won't enjoy a happy meal
700 beats bodied, all of them in body bags
Boy don't play with, me I'on wanna get mad

Bitch, I'ma pull up in a RAV and empty out your wardrobe
Gonna take the hoodie and rip your fucking ears off
This the album I produced, every synth is a chainsaw
I'm not a writer, I rhyme every single word, so I rhyme my ass off
Too many stupid points, gotta catch em with a lasso
All these lyrics took me less than 5 minutes of my life though
Fuck on your prime hoe
The escalation of the conflict is my aim, bro