I'm So Lit - Mistah F.A.B., Berner

I done popped way too many, boy

I done smoked way too many, boy

Boy, I’m so lit

I don’t need no more Henny, boy

Shots, had way too many, boy

Boy, I’m so lit

Oo, oo, oo, I’m so lit

Oo, oo, oo, I’m so lit

Boy, what kind of weed is this?

Only hit it one time, why I’m feeling like this?

Got a nigga feeling like I got laced or something

I’m scared if I took it to the face or something

Berner got me on exotic

Man this shit chronic

excuse me

This shit got me higher than Bobby and Whitney

Never know what I’m smoking

UIn the middle of nowhere, let me get that up off ya

Damb F.A.B., I ain’t know you was back blowing

Let’s keep it that way, still not knowing

, let me chief on something

You don’t know me, don’t speak on nothing

I’m Missy on your missy, get your freak on

I done popped way too many, boy

I done smoked way too many, boy

Boy, I’m so lit

I don’t need no more Henny, boy

Shots, had way too many, boy

Boy, I’m so lit

Oo, oo, oo, I’m so lit

Oo, oo, oo, I’m so lit

F.A.B., you look way too loaded

Come on, let your boy Bern role it

And I ain’t even know you was back to smoking

Imma have to tap in everytime I’m in Oaclend

This ain’t regular weed

It’s gon have you real high, and ready to eat

They call this shit Biscati

Have you feeling all crazy, out your body

Like you feeling yourself, in the club

Young Bern, I’m the king when it comes to bud

My new nickname is

I can get it to your doorstep, way out there

This the Bay erea, yeah we keep that thing

When I role in my Benz, they scream my name

Dope man, dope man, yeah I got it

Two zips, twenty stacks in my pocket

It’s Bern

I done popped way too many, boy

I done smoked way too many, boy

Boy, I’m so lit

I don’t need no more Henny, boy

Shots, had way too many, boy

Boy, I’m so lit

Oo, oo, oo, I’m so lit

Oo, oo, oo, I’m so lit