FRIIIDAY, White Punk - Lite It Up Lyrics

Ay listen here baby,
These n****s rose back from the dead on some real zombie sh*t.
Ain't no stopping these n****s now for real.
This that Adams family and beetle juice all in one!
And tell Lil Nicky to get the f**k out of here a.s.a.p.
Punk and these n****s finna slice s**t up like Edward with them scissor hands, they be on their Baracka s**t!
And now that Ill excuse myself playa,
Lemme sit back kick back before I slap one of you hating ass n****s.

Aye tell that hoe that you with
Bi**h please don't touch
This FRIIIDAY f**king house,
Heard their bangers clutch as f**k
Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up

Booty looking n***a
F**k it Im done

Uh they coming
Feds on my back
But they ain't finding nothing
June bug got these streets & we are more than cousins
Moves real Russian
Tell me who's running
Tell me who run it?

Uh they coming
Feds on my back
But they ain't finding nothing
June bug got these streets & we are more than cousins
Moves real Russian
Tell me who's running
Tell me who run it?

Aye tell that hoe that you with
B***h please don't touch
This FRIIIDAY f**king house,
Heard their bangers clutch as f**k
Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up
Aye tell that hoe that you with
Bitch please don't touch
This Punk & FRIIIDAY f**king house,
Heard their bangers clutch as f**k
Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up
Lite it up