[Intro: BGody, Gully]
Turn it up on the headphones a little bit
Ayy VBV, it's lit
(grrr, boom)
KidX made this one
(Yo-yo, wet dat)
Ooo, it's lit (oi take me in)
Damn, it's lit (ying dat)
It's lit
Drippy, it's lit
Gully, it's lit
Ayy, we lit
Ayy Fizzler, get lit
Scratch mixed it

[Hook: BGody]
Ooo, it’s lit (damn it’s fucking lit)
Lean in my cup I’m pouring it up just to numb my pain
Ooo, get hit (damn, get fucking hit)
I got two in the blicks no cameraman but we came with a clip
Ooo, my bitch (damn, yeah that’s my bitch)
Chanel on her feet or the Dior kicks just to match my drip
Ooo, don’t slip (damn, tell a boy don’t slip)
They’re hating on us coz we tape their strip and we fucking lit

[Verse 1: Gully]
We lit
DSQ and my Balmain sweater, sweater
Wet wet when she see this drip
Right now I’m uptown with a boujee bitch
Bitch bad boy made her coochie drip
Spooky, spooky, lemme spin this whip
Who’s he who’s he lemme spill this drip (drip, drip ,drip, drip)
Champagne showers, Showa spill it (spill it)
My ying ying got covered in sauce
Real talk real talk but I still warn’ spill it (ying dat)
Litty, wetty
Spill it, Henny
Pop, cherry
Face, telly
Fling it, fling it
Who’s the black yute? Park up or spin it (ying dat)
Spill it spill it back my switchblade, jump out and fidget (ying dat)
I can swing this ying go crazy
I’ll rise that up like a newborn baby (boom, boom)
Creeping, deep in, wait til I meet dem
Lil A ran had my arm all reachin'
With my one I’m an artist, artist
Ying that down and my one needs bleachin'
Bally on bark it, bark it, park it
You ain’t ever had a big grown man screamin'
You ain’t ever thought that you clocked you a paigon
Ying that down then clock that it’s not one
Gassed at first 'cause I thought that I got one
Pebble that down whilst givin' out whole ones
[Hook: BGody]
Ooo, it’s lit (damn it’s fucking lit)
Lean in my cup I’m pouring it up just to numb my pain
Ooo, get hit (damn, get fucking hit)
I got two in the blicks no cameraman but we came with a clip
Ooo, my bitch (damn, yeah that’s my bitch)
Chanel on her feet or the Dior kicks just to match my drip
Ooo, don’t slip (damn, tell a boy don’t slip)
They’re hating on us coz we tape their strip and we fucking lit

[Verse: Fizzler]
It’s lit
We lit
Came out the blues woulda thought we was Crips (grrt)
Match got the sticks so I handle the flicks
Henny and shit no controlling these chicks
I’m with your Miss and she showing me tricks
Meanwhile broski’s getting lit
Going through teeth I ain’t talking fibs
All the guys dem be lit
So bad b’s come peck 'em peck 'em
Been doing gang shit
So I link BR in Peckham Peckham (yo-yo)
If the angles bent like Beckham
See the kick of the weapon Tekken
We’re tryna Smoke Boys in this Section
They better move swift or we get ‘em
This brown one from South
Slim thick ting got Curves like BB
Got chunk in her trunk, cheeky
Tell her shake it up, Cece
Easy swing it easy
Gully tryna show them kids like Tweenies
She hates when I’m riding Keke
But when she riding she freaky
[Hook: BGody]
Ooo, it’s lit (damn it’s fucking lit)
Lean in my cup I’m pouring it up just to numb my pain
Ooo, get hit (damn, get fucking hit)
I got two in the blicks no cameraman but we came with a clip
Ooo, my bitch (damn, yeah that’s my bitch)
Chanel on her feet or the Dior kicks just to match my drip
Ooo, don’t slip (damn, tell a boy don’t slip)
They’re hating on us coz we tape their strip and we fucking lit

[Outro: BGody]
Ooh, we lit
Ooh Gody, it's lit
VBV it's lit
Ayy, we lit
Peckham, it's lit
Ayy, it's lit
See a opp and get lit
Damn, we lit
Ooh it's lit
Damn,it's lit
Ooh it's lit
Ooh it's lit
KidX made this one