Everything Lit (feat. K9rma) Video (MV)

Now she wan' pop that seal
Now she wan' see how it feel
Yeah, yeah
Now she wan' feel, feel
Now she wan' chill, chill
'Cause she wan' bills, bills

Yeah, yeah (Kidd!)
Keep it a stack for real (For real)
I got the racks for real (For real)
Diamonds, they frozen chill (Ice)
I gotta pour me a lil', so I'm like (Brrr)
Pop that open (Huh? yeah)
Move slow motion (What?)
Your bitch wan' f*ck, no Trojan (Yeah)
I'ma hit and go no emotion, I just
Drove down Copeland, windows open, side bitch wit me (Skrrt)
Drop the top, my shit too hot, i run my city (Kidd!)
Rappers talkin', try to copy, its a pity (Huh)
I had to skip a few levels and f*ck up the game like that shit wit Tom Brady
I had a bitch who just slide in my DM, I think her name Katie
She go both ways, her friends okay, I think her name Amy
Got one bitch lickin', other one I'm hittin', like can you blame me?
F*ck what you thought I'm the Kidd, the bands still fly out the crib
The bands still fly out the crib, I rolled the dice triple six
F*ck it, it is what it is
F*ck it, I did what I did
I had to go and take chances, I need these checks in advances
Everything go how I planned it, I'm takin' off never landed
Yeah, yeah yeah
Now that bitch wanna talk it out (Uh, yeah)
She just hit me up like f*ck you talkin' bout (Uh, yeah)
Now she wan' ride round, woah
Now she wan' ride round, woah
Now she wan' ride round (Uh, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Now she wan' ride like me
Now she wan' guap like me
Now she wan' pop like me
Yeah, yeah
Now she wan' pop that pill
Now she wan' pop that seal
Now she wan' see how it feel
Yeah, yeah
Now she wan' feel, feel (Uh)
Now she wan' chill, chill (Uh)
'Cause she wan' bills, bills (Uh)
Yeah, yeah, A the Kidd (Uh yeah)
Everything lit (Uh yeah)
Everything lit

Now she wanna ride on me (Ride on me, yeah)
Bitch I keep motherf*ckin' fire on me (Fire on me, yeah)
Nigga try to ride on me the style on me (Style on me, yeah)
Nigga do not wanna go to war me
Yeah, pour that f*ckin' four when I'm rollin'
Yes I'm motherf*ckin' sippin' on that f*ckin' potent (Yeah, uh)
I don't want that shit, I just want that f*ckin' bag
Imma bring that shit, bloody my rag
Bloody my rag, pop the f*ckin' tag
Niggas really what? niggas really mad
I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna talk
I don't want that shit, all these niggas f*ckin' woah, uh
Tomahawk, throw it at yo' head
Lay that bitch, I lay that bitch to bed
She f*ckin' me but she said she gotta mans, uh
Yeah she wanna get that shit all up on her head, yeah
Up on her head, yeah
Talkin' shit you get a red dot, then we aim it right at yo' spot
Right at yo' spot
F*ck all that talkin' I just want that action
I walk in that bitch and I'm f*ckin' the baddest
She callin' my phone and she gotta get bagged
And I bag it, I rag it, she come wit that baggage
You catchin' the feels, and I catch niggas lackin'
Yes, I catch niggas lackin' (Uh, yeah)
Yeah, you missin' the package so shawty get brackin'
Uh, yeah so shawty get brackin'
Uh, shawty get brackin'

Yeah, yeah
Now she wan' feel, feel (Uh)
Now she wan' chill, chill (Uh)
'Cause she wan' bills, bills (Uh)
Yeah, yeah, A the Kidd (Uh yeah)
Everything lit (Uh yeah)
Everything lit