Lit (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, oh, we don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire

Oh, oh, won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire

Oh, oh, won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire

Oh, oh, don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire

Oh, oh, we don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire

Oh, oh, won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire

Oh, oh, won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire

Oh, oh, don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire

Let's get to the basics, let's get to the basics

I'm rolling a J up, I'm loving the fragrance

I'm hardly on time 'cause my mind is where space is

But I always grind 'cause that's how my fam' raised me

Think I got problems, say that I'm crazy

Love marijuana, smoke on the daily

Smoke with my mama, roll one for my lady

Blow the whole pound now, came up from an eighty

I'm letting the top down and counting them faces

I'm blowing the smoke out, exhalin' the vapors

I'm smoking in public, they stare in amazement

I'm lightin' that bomb up, it's takin' me places

Oh, oh, we don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire

Oh, oh, won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire

Oh, oh, won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire

Oh, oh, don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire

Oh, oh, we don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire

Oh, oh, won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire

Oh, oh, won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire

Oh, oh, don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire

I pull up foreign, lil' baby, foreign

I let her drive when it get boring, I lay back smoking, oh, yeah

Fog up these windows, fog up these windows

Girl, first we were just smoking and then we fucking on the floor

Drop her off, tell her good night

Gotta go get my money right

OG Louis XIII on me

Don't pass me that mid, homie

Judge gave my **** life

He took the bitch, still didn't snitch on me

**** quick to claim they real

But they ain't never been through nothing

Have to keep my distance from them busters

Fuck her one time, I will never trust her

She got attached to these real lames

Deleting all the tests while I roll a whole

Oh, oh, we don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire

Oh, oh, won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire

Oh, oh, won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire

Oh, oh, don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire

Oh, oh, we don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire

Oh, oh, won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire

Oh, oh, won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire

Oh, oh, don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire

Let's go, let's go, let's get it

Roll up my weed as soon as the day start

Get me a pound and I break it apart

Kush on my clothes, smell the green in my car

Ain't coming close, you smell me from afar

Time after time, I keep smoking that herb

Joint after joint, I must be on the verge

Of overdosing, I be on that loud

Speeding me up, while I'm slowing you down

I just got back from an overseas trip

Smoking with Ty, he had me high as shit

'Cause we keep nothing but good in our J

Repping our gang and we mob everyday

Break down an ounce, put it right on the tray

Ain't saving nothing, we smoke everything

Light up a joint, let it stink up the place

Or hit the bong, blow the smoke in your face

I'ma get money, ****, I'ma get money

I'm a real ****, so I'ma keep it real

And I love getting high, and I love getting high

I'ma get money, ****, I'ma get money

I'm a real ****, so I'ma keep it real

And I love getting high, and I love getting high

Break it down and roll another one

I could get anything I want

I told her, you should bring a friend for the crew

Hear them talk but they don't want it though

I'm in the Hall of Fame of smoke

'Cause everybody that I'm with, get high too

Only rolling in a Wiz Khalifa paper

Taylor Gang G Pen, smell the vapor

Take it to the head before I walk up to the plane

I'll probably get so fucking high

Don't even know my fucking name

You got to be a pro, if you wanna get this blow

Never inhale, teach you how to hit this smoke

And I'm never running out of it

Kush smoke, got a lot of it

Smoke like we hit the lottery

Seen Snoop, he was proud of me

Won't go broke 'cause I never spend

If them hoes don't smoke, don't let em in

I'ma get money, ****, I'ma get money

I'm a real ****, so I'ma keep it real

And I love getting high, and I love getting high

I'ma get money, ****, I'ma get money

I'm a real ****, so I'ma keep it real

And I love getting high, and I love getting high