Wiz Khalifa – Lit (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) Lyrics

Lit

Wiz Khalifa (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

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"Lit." - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Friday, 23 October 2026, 03:21 pm

Album: Khalifa

Track No: 11

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, we don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
Oh, oh, we don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
Let's get to the basics, let's get to the basics
I'm rolling a J up, I'm loving the fragrance
I'm hardly on time 'cause my mind is where space is
But I always grind 'cause that's how my fam' raised me
Think I got problems, say that I'm crazy
Love marijuana, smoke on the daily
Smoke with my mama, roll one for my lady
Blow the whole pound now, came up from an eighty
I'm letting the top down and counting them faces
I'm blowing the smoke out, exhalin' the vapors
I'm smoking in public, they stare in amazement
I'm lightin' that bomb up, it's takin' me places
Oh, oh, we don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
Oh, oh, we don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
I pull up foreign, lil' baby, foreign
I let her drive when it get boring, I lay back smoking, oh, yeah
Fog up these windows, fog up these windows
Girl, first we were just smoking and then we fucking on the floor
Drop her off, tell her good night
Gotta go get my money right
OG Louis XIII on me
Don't pass me that mid, homie
Judge gave my **** life
He took the bitch, still didn't snitch on me
**** quick to claim they real
But they ain't never been through nothing
Have to keep my distance from them busters
Fuck her one time, I will never trust her
She got attached to these real lames
Deleting all the tests while I roll a whole
Oh, oh, we don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
Oh, oh, we don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
Let's go, let's go, let's get it
Roll up my weed as soon as the day start
Get me a pound and I break it apart
Kush on my clothes, smell the green in my car
Ain't coming close, you smell me from afar
Time after time, I keep smoking that herb
Joint after joint, I must be on the verge
Of overdosing, I be on that loud
Speeding me up, while I'm slowing you down
I just got back from an overseas trip
Smoking with Ty, he had me high as shit
'Cause we keep nothing but good in our J
Repping our gang and we mob everyday
Break down an ounce, put it right on the tray
Ain't saving nothing, we smoke everything
Light up a joint, let it stink up the place
Or hit the bong, blow the smoke in your face
I'ma get money, ****, I'ma get money
I'm a real ****, so I'ma keep it real
And I love getting high, and I love getting high
I'ma get money, ****, I'ma get money
I'm a real ****, so I'ma keep it real
And I love getting high, and I love getting high
Break it down and roll another one
I could get anything I want
I told her, you should bring a friend for the crew
Hear them talk but they don't want it though
I'm in the Hall of Fame of smoke
'Cause everybody that I'm with, get high too
Only rolling in a Wiz Khalifa paper
Taylor Gang G Pen, smell the vapor
Take it to the head before I walk up to the plane
I'll probably get so fucking high
Don't even know my fucking name
You got to be a pro, if you wanna get this blow
Never inhale, teach you how to hit this smoke
And I'm never running out of it
Kush smoke, got a lot of it
Smoke like we hit the lottery
Seen Snoop, he was proud of me
Won't go broke 'cause I never spend
If them hoes don't smoke, don't let em in
I'ma get money, ****, I'ma get money
I'm a real ****, so I'ma keep it real
And I love getting high, and I love getting high
I'ma get money, ****, I'ma get money
I'm a real ****, so I'ma keep it real
And I love getting high, and I love getting high

Writer(s): Andrew Klein, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Eric Dan, Jackson Patrick Card, Jeremy Kulousek, Tyrone Griffin Jr & Zachary Vaughan.

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