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foolio & cojack - get lit lyrics

[chorus: foolio]
one push of a b+tton, that b+tch go, “frrt,” this that switch
we gon’ pull up, rock out, hit, uh, uh, we them jits
we gon’ pull up, get it lit, uh, uh, with my clique
baby diaper, with the sh+t, uh, uh, stay with my bl!ck

[verse 1: foolio]
pull up, we givin’ out cancer
in the jungle, all black like a panther
chopper bullets turn the opp to a dancer
leave a n+gga block lit like candles
‘member nights on the drac’ with a fifty
slide ’round in my stunner, me and glizzy
we the headshot gang for lil bibby
diss me, we’ll paint the whole city (grrah)
[verse 2: cojack]
c+o+j+a+c+k
play with me, swear to god, meet drac’ (man down)
face shot gang, give your ass tape
lot of n+ggas got dropped by 8
we’ll slide any time of the day (skrrt)
sh+ll catcher on the k, no trace
ar beatbox, no bass
diss me, get found next day

[verse 3: foolio]
f+ck n+gga play, get put on a tee (get put on a tee)
why you playin’ with me?
i’m out the roof with .223 (with .223)
he usin’ his feet
city on lock, i got the key (i got the key)
a pit on a leash
i’m so cut, play in the creek
better not trust me (better not trust me)
uh, on my hip, its .357
all my opps in h+ll and heaven
designer, i step in giuseppe
diss us, need more than the reverend
diss us, need more than the church
hit your block, screamin’, “rip durk” (rip durk)
longwood, got your picture in shirt (longwood)
a block, free cap, free curt (a block)
fourteen, i was puttin’ in work (no cap)
me and wop drillin’ sh+t, i can merch (no cap)
me and jack was like bg and turk (jack)
grandpa, they got it the worst (no cap)
been thuggin’ it since we was little (little)
mini draco, size of a poodle (that drac’)
i can bring out racks like hooters (no cap)
cartier bust down like a jeweler (bust)
[verse 4: cojack]
rolex on my wrist, sh+t newer
leave a n+gga ass stinkin’, manure
i’m deep in that water, a scuba
teach n+gga a lesson, a tutor
these n+ggas ain’t really no shooters
last year, you n+ggas was hoopers
my thirty clip look like a ruler
what’s+his+name got smoked like a hookah

[outro: foolio]
one push of a b+tton, that b+tch go, “frrt,” ayy, this that switch
n+gga, rock out, let it hit
n+gga, n+gga, and it’s lit
ayy

- foolio cojack lyrics

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