Sciamachy - So Lit lyrics

[Intro] Hah! Brandon Wolf Hill, Kaoz, and Sciamachy We're about to get lit [Verse One] Never gonna need a come back I'm so lit on this track Get ready for my Wolf Pack (ah-woo) Sit back and listen to this track I'll tick-tack-toe and f** that a** Might sound whack but I'll hijack your man Throwback, when you got a heart attack From all my f**ing feedback Oh sh**, did I just do that? (it's because you're a dick) Flashback to when I was bad I was mad cause I never felt rad Might sound sad but that's why I always get lit Have to take another f**ing hit Like, lit-lit-lit-lit Pa** the hit, smoke a bit Stay lit, pa** another f**ing hit Stay cool, stay in school Don't be a f**ing fool (16 and pregnant) Uh [Chorus] So f**ing lit (lit-lit-lit-lit-lit-lit-lit) I'm so high f** you Mr. Morris, the party was lit (Thomas) So f**ing lit [Verse Two] Douse me in gasoline Strike a couple matches Ashes to ashes Hotter than the ma**es Flaming on these ba*tards Complain, maintain Got Henny in the gla**es Penny for your thoughts Finger for your a** Hand in hand, call it a pa** It's my f**ing party, I cry if I wanna I'm swimming in the drink, flying in Marijuana Giving hand jobs to every time they get hairy Nut on your bangs, there's something about Mary Lactose Intolerant, fat hoes hollering Lit like a light on the runway when you're modeling Call me the man and Mariah throw a tantrum Do what you wish but we do the commanding Hands in the air, wave them with no abandon Keep your hoes chanting Our names, you can't stand them [Verse Three] I've been lit, sipping light Tryna write on this flight Tryna get lost-gone in the middle of the night In the middle of the sky, middle line of sight Rising higher than a kite, artificial satellite I keep on doing what I want cause I wanna keep it lit I've been hunting down those fakes, k**ing counterfeits You keep bragging 'bout your money It ends in a casket Always been about the heart, Fitbit [Chorus] f** you Mr. Morris The b**h got a clit bigger than your dick Got Morris's b**h s**ing my dick She's flicking her clit Too bad she's a vampire Cause my cum tastes like garlic And it's artistic the way it drips off her lip In the end, the party was lit Did you see what Logan just spit? (Garlic!)