Lit

(album: Steve Aoki Presents Kolony - 2017)

[T-Pain (Gucci Mane):]
Yeah, boy, you getting that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y'all tryna do our shit, you just sounding like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y'all getting lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw getting lit (Ha)
Long as y'all getting lit, let's go

[Gucci Mane:]
It's Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it's lit, hella lit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I say I ain't got no type, but I prefer 'em super thick
I was born for this shit, you too boring for the bitch
In the foreign, motor roaring, sitting on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I'm so spoiled, she don't get naked, it's hard for me to tip
I'm so hard, got 'em running and I just put in the tip

[T-Pain:]
They don't see me
Oh no, they don't see me
Your girl's drawers coming down
But the hands go up to the ceiling
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I'm throwing money in the VIP
I'm balling out, so you know it's me
They tell me, baby you were born making big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hanging in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I'm the shit
If you're feeling like me, I guarantee it's about to get lit

[Gucci Mane:]
I'm tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can't wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I'm tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can't wait to pay your bills
I'ma put that top [?] shit in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci

[T-Pain:]
They don't see me
Oh no, they don't see me
Your girl's drawers coming down
But the hands go up to the ceiling
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I'm throwing money in the VIP
I'm balling out, so you know it's me
They tell me, baby you were born making big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hanging in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I'm the shit
If you're feeling like me, I guarantee it's about to get lit