Artist: Don Q Album: Don Season (Mixtape) Song: Everything Lit Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Don Q] I'll make sure everything lit I'll make sure everything lit I'll make sure everything lit I'll make sure everything lit First off I'm the effin' man It just happened it was never planned Hit the beach just to catch a tan Louis flip flops when I step in sand Bunch of bottles when I'm stepping in They'll be stupid not to let us in She's just looking for a wedding band I make it ring, leave them wetting bands I'm high as fuck, I hope I never land Petter Pan flow, but he's the man though Search up once you leave the bando They gon kill you if you take a gram hoe Why would you wanna try My window down when I'm coming by I started off with a hundred dimes I ran up that one-hundred, one-hundred times I catch a body like I'm number nine Say fuck the judge, nigga fuck the time I see the hate but the love is blind You're waiting for it, I just jumped the line She called me cussin, man this hoe is buggin' Because I got the plug on the other line My stomach touching like is Ramadan There's still no love for the other side I'll make sure everything lit Everything, everything, everything lit My roli shinning, nigga everything lit My clothes designer, nigga everything lit The hood behind us, nigga everything lit I know they're waiting to stop me Niggas got hate in they're body I'm off an eighth and an oxy I move that yay in the lobby I just ran into a blonde jon She's gon pull up with edible thongs on Young niggas putting THE BRONX on Who else you heard Flex drop a bomb on I make sure everything lit I make sure everything lit She's fuckin, suckin when she jumps in the whip Thirty-hundred and that's just on the fit Dirty money and it's all off the fish Thirty minutes we could run through a zip You bought a Cuban hope it comes with a grip Wolves out, they be hunting and shit (Look) Fast money just influence niggas Bad bitches trynna ruin niggas Fast whips when I'm cruising nigga Brad Simmons when I'm moving nigga I pull the sleeve and let the arm breathe She's gon see the logo on the car keys Take a trip, west palm trees Just no bags, just jar weed Hoop ride with a deep tint I was laid back and the seat bent I'm strapped up playing defense When I went broke, I ain't sleep since Had the same clothes I ain't eat shit Had to get work, had to remix Had to sling O's for them bankrolls Then my life changed when that piece hit I'll make sure everything lit I'll make sure everything lit I'll make sure everything lit I'll make sure everything lit Everything, everything, everything lit My roli shinning, nigga everything lit My clothes designer, nigga everything lit The hood behind us, nigga everything lit