We so lit, so lit (TJ)
We so lit, so lit (Konshens)
We so lit, so lit (ladies)

Every gyal
Turn round, turn round
Bubbling a gwaan a no dead compound
Pour champagne, mek your haters drown
We so high, we no waan come down
High grade, inna smoking zone
Alcohol buss up inna head like stone
Couldn't tan a yard fi go bake and brown
We so high, we no waan come down

Every gyal
Dash out... bruk out, bruk out get crazy, mhmm
When you push it back, oh
You might get a likkle baby
Yes girl, you a whine right
If you have on panty it no too tight
A rude people a 'par, so the mood right
And when your tipsy, a see you inna new light
You show a different side
That you don't show on the regular
Go 'pon the Wi-Fi
Airplane mode and turn off cellular

Hear me gyal
Turn round, turn round
Bubbling a gwaan a no dead compound
Pour champagne, mek your haters drown
We so high, we no waan come down
High grade, inna smoking zone
Alcohol buss up inna head like stone
Couldn't tan a yard fi go bake and brown
We so high, we no waan come down

Girl, to look this good, take a lot a hard work
So you no know how itch up inna yard work
Go 'pon your IG, killing all the haters
And your lifestyle on the elevators, going up
Gyal, you live good, cah you work hard
New thing drop and a hurt heart
Now the song play, a no your fault
Go 'pon the front page

Anyweh me gyal
Turn round, turn round
Bubbling a gwaan a no dead compound
Pour champagne, mek your haters drown
We so high, we no waan come down
High grade, is a smoking zone
Alcohol buss up inna head like stone
Couldn't tan a yard fi go bake and brown
We so high, we no waan come down

Mhm, mhm
We so lit, so lit
We so lit, so lit
We so lit, so lit
Mhm, mhm
Yeah

Turn round, turn round
Bubbling a gwaan a no dead compound
Pour champagne, mek your haters drown
We so high, we no waan come down
High grade, inna smoking zone
Alcohol buss up inna head like stone
Couldn't tan a yard fi go bake and brown
We so high, we no waan come down

A shout... bruk out, bruk out get crazy, mhmm
When you push it back, oh
You might get a likkle baby
Yes girl, you a whine right
If you have on panty it no too tight
A rude people a 'par, so the mood right
And when your tipsy, a see you inna new light
You show a different side
That you don't show on the regular
Go 'pon the Wi-Fi
Airplane mode and turn off cellular

Hear me gyal
Turn round, turn round
Bubbling a gwaan a no dead compound
Pour champagne, mek your haters drown
We so high, we no waan come down
High grade, inna smoking zone
Alcohol buss up inna head like stone
Couldn't tan a yard fi go bake and brown
We so high, we no waan come down