Kenzo B – Make It Lit Lyrics

Kenzo B – Make It Lit Lyrics

Make It Lit Lyrics By Kenzo B

[Intro]
Go, go
(Rain on the move)
(Drop that shit Slim)
Kenzo B
Top two and I’m not two, bitch
Real shit
Like, like
Like what?

[Chorus]
Catch a opp in the spot I leave him where she dance at
My respect, I’ma always demand that
Fuck what these bitches sayin’, where they bands at?
All talk like, “What’s up? Where your hands at?
Fuck y’all niggas too, heard they bring up my name, ask that boy where the fuck is his mans at (Like where?)
Niggas know that I’m it, tell him get off my dick, I can talk but that won’t bring your man’s back (Grrah)
[Verse 1]
Bitches don’t wanna fight but they talk out their jaw (At all)
Think you safe with your mans, have brodie knock him off (Like, like what?)
We ain’t gotta get back, they ain’t up on no [?] (Grrah, grrah)
How they say he get back? Someone went to the [?]
Free bro, I’ma still get him back, bitch
Free the guys that got knocked tryna whack shit (Like)
Pretty bitch, forty-eight on some taxes
Shots in his back, he do more than a back flip (On bro)
Don’t know why twenty-four on my dick, like he don’t what’s up tell him go get his bitch (Dummy)
She get beat and then he gettin’ hit, he get left ’cause he walk with no heat on his hip (Grrah, grrah)
I want this and no bitch on set
I won’t trip bout a bitch or a threat
I applied enough pressure, these bitches is pressed, if it’s smoke let me know, say that shit with your chest (Like what?)
They gon’ hate ’cause the know I’m up next (Grrah)
Still lookin’ good while I walk with the TEC (Like)
Yeah, I’m hood but I’m back as a flex
If a bitch tryna [?] I’m stack
Say no more make it lit when you see me (Grrah)
Duckin’ top on your head, no Fiji (Grrah)
I don’t gotta aim ’cause this shit is too easy (Grrah)
Just up it and flame like I seen it on (Grrah, grrah, boom)

[Chorus]
Catch a opp in the spot I leave him where she dance at (Like)
My respect, I’ma always demand that (Grrah)
Fuck what these bitches sayin’, where they bands at?
All talk like, “What’s up? Where your hands at? (Ayy)
Fuck y’all niggas too, heard they bring up my name, ask that boy where the fuck is his mans at (Where he at?)
Niggas know that I’m it, tell him get off my dick, I can talk but that won’t bring your man’s back (Get off my dick)

[Verse 2]
5’1” and I stay with extensions (Grrah)
Don’t know that I’m the one that they mention (Like)
They stay on my dick ’cause they lack independence
Outside every day, I got perfect attendance
Try to front, them bitches gettin’ popped (On bro)
Fuck a fight, them bitches gettin’ sparked (On bro)
Y’all aren’t ready, I just wanna start, I’m a creep like the reaper lurkin’ in the dark (Like, like)
Now I’m lit, let’s take it to the top
I won’t argue with niggas, niggas gettin’ shot (At all)
Never miss like I cannot be taught
If a bitch got a problem tell her, “Suck a cock” (Suck my dick)
Yeah, that bitch act crazy but she not (Grrah)
Niggas try to play, he gettin’ flopped
Tryna chill but I can never stop
He so tough but they caught him talkin’ to the cops
Got a gun but he ain’t never use it (Grrah)
Check the score, show who really do shit (Grrah)
Up in that [?] like how the fuck we losin’?
In love with the smoke, you know we can’t defuse it (Grrah)
They get trouble, we all know what’s up
10 out 10 that them niggas ain’t tough (Like)
Talk I’m broke but that bitch is a slut
If she jackin’ the ops that lil’ bitch gettin’ cut (She gettin’ cut)
Pas me the chop, that lil’ bitch better duck (Like)
Don’t trip, better watch how she run, I will show no remorse if it’s up I’m a dumb bitch
[?] they can’t get up with us (At all)
Bitch, I’m like, “Give a fuck ’bout the next bitch”
How I’ma go and I keep me a weapon? (Tell me how?)
Be a soft and give up the pretendin’
They say get back but we already left them
We don’t think, niggas ain’t second guessin’
Bitch, I could fight give a fuck bout your best friend (Fight, fight)
Gettin’ geeked and that shit is depressin’
Let them bitches be, I’ma teach them a lesson (On bro)
Bitches mad I’m who they wanna be (That’s facts)
Niggas mad ’cause they bitches ain’t me
And they always outside ’til we ran through their P’s
And them boys [?] ’cause they fast on they feet (Grrah, grrah, boom)
[Chorus]
Catch a opp in the spot I leave him where she dance at
My respect, I’ma always demand that (Grrah)
Fuck what these bitches sayin’, where they bands at? (Grrah)
All talk like, “What’s up? Where your hands at? (Where they at?)
Fuck y’all niggas too, heard they bring up my name, ask that boy where the fuck is his mans at
Niggas know that I’m it, tell him get off my dick (Grrah), I can talk but that won’t bring your man’s back
Catch a opp in the spot I leave him where she dance at
My respect, I’ma always demand that (Grrah)
Fuck what these bitches sayin’, where they bands at?
All talk like, “What’s up? Where your hands at? (What’s up?)
Fuck y’all niggas too, heard they bring up my name, ask that boy where the fuck is his mans at (Grrah, grrah)
Niggas know that I’m it, tell him get off my dick, I can talk but that won’t bring your man’s back (Grrah)