Im Too Lit

Lyrics

I’m off that pack right now nigga I’m too lit
I need racks on racks racks nigga I’m too lit
I ain’t got time for the words niggas I’m too lit
Nigga run up get served nigga I’m too lit
I ain’t gotta wait in a line nigga I’m too lit
Yeah i got money on my mind nigga I’m too
Aye im too lit I might take your bitch with all this drip

Tell em nyzzy back Nigga im bout to get that bag
I’m to lit They can’t fuck with a nigga that live it yeah
Back when I didn’t have chips
My car broke down I said fuck dat shit
Niggas want smoke bring it
If u got dope slang it

Rap star turnt to a king pin
Now I got sacks fulla green men
She said I think that he’s love wit me
I told that bitch she was dreamin

I go to war like it’s 10 of me
She figured out that she into me
I need that head like I’m Kennedy
Girl if you broke I’m the remedy

I’m making hits like a pool stick
Hmg know who the troops is
I’m just a shark in pool pit
Yeah girl spit like I’m toothless

I rep the gang like a animal
I eat that pussy like cannibals
Yeah I’m way to lit
That’s why your girl on my dick

I’m off that pack right now nigga I’m too lit
I need racks on racks racks nigga I’m too lit
I ain’t got time for the words niggas I’m too lit
Nigga run up get served nigga I’m too lit
I ain’t gotta wait in a line nigga I’m too lit

Yeah i got money on my mind nigga I’m too
Aye im too lit I might take your bitch with all this drip

I Step in the room and I shut it down
It Hurricane bitch ya I wear the crown
They say you the one til come around
I’ll make this shit dark like the sun down

Yeah You claim u got heart boy
You not to play with no shark boy
I step over here with that fake shit
Fuck money business I go ape shit

Not time for feedback
Big racks need that
She asked where the lean at
I only smoke tree doe

All this ice I need ski coat
She said she down for the deep throat
They actin like they god but
I guarantee he bleed tho

Her name Mercedes I get her a Benz
her name Chanel she gettin Chanel
Pissed that my nigga got murdered in jail
I’m still on fire bitch I been through hell

Hot hot as that dope on the scale
Postman I get mail
She want to know what my name is
It’s Nyzzy hoe I’m still on gang shit

I’m off that pack right now nigga I’m too lit
I need racks on racks racks nigga I’m too lit
I ain’t got time for the words niggas I’m too lit
Nigga run up get served nigga I’m too lit
I ain’t gotta wait in a line nigga I’m too lit
Yeah i got money on my mind nigga I’m too
Aye im too lit I might take your bitch with all this drip