[Chorus: Hollywood Kane]
Throw a couple pills back cuz I need it for the pressure
Got my hand up her skirt my other hand on my beverage
Pouring up at red lights downtown still booming
Let her do what she do
Let them hoes keep choose
Whole crew here Lit! Lit! Lit!
[Verse 1: Hollywood Kane
Still drunk off the liquor
I got vicodins all my system
Wooooahah
f** with me wrong and my n***as coming at your front door
Still blowing my smoke in the sky still getting checks like verizon
I pulled your b**h with my eyes p**y just like fire hydrants
Please don't spill my drink b**h
I know mixing d** and liquor dangerous
Introduce my n***as to who you came with
Them blonde b**hes super sayain sh**
I ain't even got rubbers tho f** it tho I still ran the risk
Tussin had me having random visions
People love to talk and they still hate to listen
Weed louder than a motor running from the motor city like I played the Pistons
Eyes redder than the Bulls jerseys out in shy town smoke until I'm winded
This b**h done spilled my drink
This b**h done spilled my drink
I hope she giving head in tryna find out what she thinking
Tryna hit it from the back and make it clap just like ovations
We can f** and drink and smoke and just then just kick it David Akers
People b**hing about life but b**h this sh** is what you make it
Had yo b**h up I here naked Goddam Goddam
[Chorus: Hollywood Kane]
Throw a couple pills back cuz I need it for the pressure
Got my hand up her skirt my other hand on my beverage
Pouring up at red lights downtown still booming
Let her do what she do
Let them hoes keep choose
Whole crew here Lit! Lit! Lit!
[Verse 2: 3azy]
My whole crew up in her lit
We be drinking until we ain't makin no sense
Sipping on all different gin
I can't tell if she by herself Or got a twin
n***a These b**hes be choosin
They seeing da gang
And pursuin us
Switchin on u like she judas
I got a couple n***as
That run through ya whole squad
Man we do this
Ahh
You ain't dis weight cla**
Gang a go Banana clips Wit da ape mask
Big daddys stop a car like a break pad
Know a couple hittas Ill call that'll bang dat
Ahh
Got Too many demons
They saying I'm co*ky
Got too many reasons
n***a been ballin
That's too many seasons
Have your girl switch up
Like da weather do seasons
She practicing treason my n***a
The things she be doing
You wouldn't believe it my n***a
She open her mouth like she preaching
She bringin a friend Threesome
The morals she had at yo crib where she keep em
They callin me bull for a reason
She seeing my pics and she cheesin
I'm takin her breathe got her wheezin
If u see me wit ya girl I bet you know I hit it
Everything I ever do I put soul in it
Guarantee you know me or you know my n***as
Gettin lit up in da club n***a
[Chorus: Hollywood Kane]
Throw a couple pills back cuz I need it for the pressure
Got my hand up her skirt my other hand on my beverage
Pouring up at red lights downtown still booming
Let her do what she do
Let them hoes keep choose
Whole crew here Lit! Lit! Lit!