It’s Lit Dave East & Styles P

[Intro: Styles P]
You hear that?
Run

[Verse 1: Styles P & Dave East]
Gucci seats in the 6 series, Louis seats in the 7 series
Picked up East on the East, hit Madison to shop
Keep the ratty 'cause I’m still leery
Hail Mary, I fucked over good people like Madoff
Smack 'em with the pistol, if I shoot, I'm goin’ away, dawg
Bricks at the Sheridan, pounds at the Aloft
It's fucked up, but Donald Trump is the new Adolf
Work at the Days Inn, never took a day off
Little homie a buck fifty, he gon' let the 'K off
We be spendin' dope money, stuntin' at the playoffs
You be beggin' for budgets, we be waiting for pay-offs
A head shot'll turn a nigga brains into steak sauce
These diamonds offset, reach for ’em and I’ma take off
You ain't got the heart to be shining, we take your chain off (take that off)
Mob shit, after you die, we scratch your name off

[Chorus: Styles P]
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit