[Lyric] Devils Lettuce (Lit Man T)

[Verse]
Whoa fuck, heard you're tired of listenin' to the slow jams (turn that shit off man)
Okay, what we missin' in the code to fix the program (what we missin, what we missin)
Okay, call the shepherd I don't think this bass is Christian
Oy vey, keep it kosher cause this place about to go ham (uh, what)

Now Lit T vertically be stacking 3 balls like a snowman (swish, swish, swish)
Easy layup cause I'm on my way up you should know (jumpman, jumpman)
Triple double no foul trouble, can you help me get hold the door (and one)
That means that I got at least three dimes shopping wit me at store (count it)

My veins are feeling so icy get the mothafuckin' antifreeze (get it, get it)
Close the door behind you, keep your mothafuckin' panties please (slam it girl)
Cause I was inside you, don't mean you just can do anything (nah nah, nope nah)
Girl let me remind you, all this money I'm about to make

Could buy you plenty things (I'm bout to make it)
Private suite, yeah that's on me, and it gon' have all the amenities (you know with like the little mini bars and shit?)
Just kidding, take the whole team out, call us the Kennedys
We flying private, you not invited, lucky if you see a pilot
I'm talking orthodontics, cause i got some mo' spit
I mean orthotics, Nike, Adidas, Vans get me some mo' kicks (what are those, what are those?)
So when I'm at the store, I'll take my time, make sure my shoes fit
Cause Imma 'bout to walk em' into a whole brand new movement (god damn)

Yeah Imma turn it up to a whole 'nother level (he flipped it)
Vibe with me for a second, you're dancing with the devil (he flipped the flow up)
I'm busy in da bedroom just making my bitches legs tremble
Now she be like some Ikea coming disassembled, yeah