Mac Fetti - Too Lit Lyrics

Real chop real spit

I'm gone too lit

That blunt it hit

God damn she thick

You know I do it

Real chop real spit

I'm gone too lit

That blunt it hit

God damn she thick

You know I do it



Top shelf's the only thing I smoke.

Fill my cup with Apple Crown and Coke.

A fly Nigga you ain't know

Don't waste my time if you ain't giving no throat

I'm bossed up been ahead of the game

I don't f*ck with no lames

So don't mention my names

Stay in ya lane while I'm doing my thang

And I'm off the leash and I can't be tamed

That's on mamas that's on me

Been a regulator like I'm Warren G

I'm the M.A.C. I chop 'em down with my mouthpiece

I'll have your spouse turned out if you doubt me

I'm trying to vibe with my folks

Sip my drink smoke my smoke

Peep The scene and lay low

Get my dick wet that's all she wrote



Real chop real spit

I'm gone too lit

That blunt it hit

God damn she thick

You know I do it



Real chop real spit

I'm gone too lit

That blunt it hit

God damn she thick

You know I do it



I only keep it real no knock offs

Been seasoned in the game call me hot sauce

Yea we keep it cracking in this house party

Too lit white boys say I do it gnarly

Uh time to spark up these moon rocks

Extraterrestrial high f*ck what you got

Pace yourself like nip I'm on a marathon

Pull up in that pro black whip I'm on my Farrakhan

All I do is cash checks and catch flights

If I didn't upgrade ya then you wasn't my type

Don't be mad find another I'm not that guy

I'm too blunt with the truth I cannot lie

I'm trying to vibe with my folks

Sip my drink smoke my smoke

Peep The scene and lay low

Get my dick wet that's all she wrote



Real chop real spit

I'm gone too lit

That blunt it hit

God damn she thick

You know I do it



Real chop real spit

I'm gone too lit

That blunt it hit

God damn she thick

You know I do it



You know I do it