G.W.M. - 2LIT Lyrics

Bitch we too lit we got fire in our spit aye aye
All you buzz killers don't know shit
Bitch we too lit, we got too many many racks to spend
F*ck all your f*ck shit we spending to win
Watching us fall, bitch you playing pretend aye
Bitch we too lit we got fire in our spit aye aye
All you buzz killers don't know shit
Bitch we too lit, we got too many many racks to spend
F*ck all your f*ck shit we spending to win
Watching us fall, bitch you playing pretend (aye aye aye)

Van Gogh bitch, know what I did, no I'm not innocent
Play with my zipper, I wreck her like Guinness did
What you expect when I spit nitroglycerin
This is my home, no I'm not visiting
Welcome to the brokenhearted and misery
Tell me what the f*cks parental advisory
When you mix fire magic with the chemistry

Thought we fell off but we back again
Go ahead and run your mouth to all your friends
We're not like you, you wish we saw you
Want to be us, can not touch us we're too lit
Bitch we're too lit, hot to the touch
I'd sit on your lap but you'd like that too much
This power you're feeling a reflection of us
With bitches like you, can you really keep up (eyah)
Been a monster and it shows
Spitting hot lava at the shows
F*ck a haha and a blah blah give her chakra for her throat huh
If you think differently
Treat it like covid and just keep your distance
Cause ghetto witch mob and it's infinite
Motherf*cker and we got an infantry eyah

Bitch we too lit we got fire in our spit aye aye
All you buzz killers don't know shit
Bitch we too lit, we got too many many racks to spend
F*ck all your f*ck shit we spending to win
Watching us fall, bitch you playing pretend aye
Bitch we too lit we got fire in our spit aye aye
All you buzz killers don't know shit
Bitch we too lit, we got too many many racks to spend
F*ck all your f*ck shit we spending to win
Watching us fall, bitch you playing pretend aye

Too lit trippin in my emo phase, wrists slit
Bong hit, product of a ghetto witch, bitch
Nuh uh uh this lips, these hips
You can't look full eclipse
Broom stick got it loaded fully equipped aye
Fully equipped, leave em fully acquitted
Might catch a snitch, but I'm not playing quidditch
Completely demented, made in his image
Psychotic tendencies got me committed
I don't get sleep, ain't no rest for the wicked
Access denied, permission restricted
I know I'm gifted we got you addicted
Ghetto Witch Mob, f*ck your opinions

Hold up, wait a minute, let me switch it up
We can play a game, then we pick it up
Get with us, kick the shit and mix it up
Quick to fill a blunt and a double cup
Everybody and they mama notice us
I guess that we are a topic to discuss
On this whole entire motherf*cking planet
Not a single soul that I can even trust
I'm allergic to all of the bullshit
Something tells me that you are so full of it
Everything you do is not as authentic
Like it fell right off of the pulpit
This is a declaration of Independence
And the record labels, they can keep the mentions
They be promising all of this different shit
But I know that they just been pretending

Bitch we too lit we got fire in our spit aye aye
All you buzz killers don't know shit
Bitch we too lit, we got too many many racks to spend
F*ck all your f*ck shit we spending to win
Watching us fall, bitch you playing pretend aye