Gotta 40 In my rarri new whip,
Windows up hot fox no trip yea
Pistol on my hip with a full clip,
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
We lit
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
We lit
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
On the grind I've been to busy yea,
Still find time yea sippin on the Hennessy,
Ridin in the coupe with a hottie yea,
Cruisin too fast I don't ride no harley,
Thinkin you know me, hardly,
Windows up hot box lookin like Marley,
I got the plug just call me, whatcha need, no molly,
You can't even see it,
All the millions Imma reap in,
Yes my smile it be gleaming,
Imma get it you keep dreaming
Gotta 40 In my rarri new whip,
Windows up hot fox no trip yea
Pistol on my hip with a full clip,
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
We lit
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
We lit
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
There's a thin line between Saturday night and Sunday morning!
I mean What you expect,
This life is boring
Even when I'm out there touring.
Exploring what I can,
While I'm tryin to be the man.
I'm tryin to gain a fan.
I'm just sticking with the plan,
Even when the shit hits the fan.
I'll be smiling with this drink in my hand
Puff puff passing off all of my positive energy
Even when you would never stick it out with me
Late nights with the Hennessy.
All of these thoughts in my head,
Can't put it to rest so I'll sing it instead.
Gotta 40 In my rarri new whip,
Windows up hot fox no trip yea
Pistol on my hip with a full clip,
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
We lit
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
We lit
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
L.I.T. (Legend In Transit) Video (MV)
Brodie Z - L.I.T. (Legend In Transit) Lyrics
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Gotta 40 In my rarri new whip,
Windows up hot fox no trip yea
Pistol on my hip with a full clip,
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
We lit
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
We lit
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
On the grind I've been to busy yea,
Still find time yea sippin on the Hennessy,
Ridin in the coupe with a hottie yea,
Cruisin too fast I don't ride no harley,
Thinkin you know me, hardly,
Windows up hot box lookin like Marley,
I got the plug just call me, whatcha need, no molly,
You can't even see it,
All the millions Imma reap in,
Yes my smile it be gleaming,
Imma get it you keep dreaming
Gotta 40 In my rarri new whip,
Windows up hot fox no trip yea
Pistol on my hip with a full clip,
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
We lit
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
We lit
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
There's a thin line between Saturday night and Sunday morning!
I mean What you expect,
This life is boring
Even when I'm out there touring.
Exploring what I can,
While I'm tryin to be the man.
I'm tryin to gain a fan.
I'm just sticking with the plan,
Even when the shit hits the fan.
I'll be smiling with this drink in my hand
Puff puff passing off all of my positive energy
Even when you would never stick it out with me
Late nights with the Hennessy.
All of these thoughts in my head,
Can't put it to rest so I'll sing it instead.
Gotta 40 In my rarri new whip,
Windows up hot fox no trip yea
Pistol on my hip with a full clip,
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
We lit
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
We lit
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
Windows up hot fox no trip yea
Pistol on my hip with a full clip,
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
We lit
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
We lit
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
On the grind I've been to busy yea,
Still find time yea sippin on the Hennessy,
Ridin in the coupe with a hottie yea,
Cruisin too fast I don't ride no harley,
Thinkin you know me, hardly,
Windows up hot box lookin like Marley,
I got the plug just call me, whatcha need, no molly,
You can't even see it,
All the millions Imma reap in,
Yes my smile it be gleaming,
Imma get it you keep dreaming
Gotta 40 In my rarri new whip,
Windows up hot fox no trip yea
Pistol on my hip with a full clip,
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
We lit
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
We lit
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
There's a thin line between Saturday night and Sunday morning!
I mean What you expect,
This life is boring
Even when I'm out there touring.
Exploring what I can,
While I'm tryin to be the man.
I'm tryin to gain a fan.
I'm just sticking with the plan,
Even when the shit hits the fan.
I'll be smiling with this drink in my hand
Puff puff passing off all of my positive energy
Even when you would never stick it out with me
Late nights with the Hennessy.
All of these thoughts in my head,
Can't put it to rest so I'll sing it instead.
Gotta 40 In my rarri new whip,
Windows up hot fox no trip yea
Pistol on my hip with a full clip,
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
We lit
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
We lit
Gang with me party hoppin we lit
Writer: Ezekiel Brodie Vasquez
Copyright: Lyrics © Amuxe Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Amuxe Publishing