Light My Blunt (feat. Gunna)
Light bih get outta my way, come on (light bih get outta my way)
Yeah, yeah
YSL shit (yeah)
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
First let me light my blunt (hol' on), then I'ma hit my cup (cup)
She made you wait three months (what?), first day she let me fuck (lame)
All my young niggas up (young niggas), doggin' these ho can't get stuck
And I can't love on these hos, I ju' lust (I can't), we used to be broke, used to ride on the bus
I'm in the Lambo', I'm crawlin' down sunset, and I look like a motherfuckin' caterpillar
I left a .9 in the spot, and it came with a Glock, and a motherfuckin' babysitter
I don't surround myself 'round none of these broke nigga, all I hang around is some major niggas
I used to break on the cops and I leave the block hot like some motherfuckin' Cajun nigga
They talkin' 'bout us, they can't face us niggas, bitches I don't wanna fuck say they hate a nigga
Play with my money, I gotta whole lotta tip for you ju' like I'ma waiter nigga (phew-phew-phew-phew)
Every day my birthday, I got cake, don't stand in no line, I don't do no waitin' (no)
I'm geeked up right now, and I'm fuckin' faded (I'm geeked), I thank the Lord that we finally made it
Thankin' the Lord that we here today, he gave me a chance, now I'm here to stay
Surrounded by real, I don't fuck with fake (fuck with fake)
If it ain't 'bout no money, don't wanna play (don't wanna play)
Better stay down, get yo' racks up (stay down, get yo' racks up)
Don't play crazy, boy, you act tough (don't play crazy)
I'm in Pakistan, I'm in the bluff
Say you got a hunnid thou', boy, that ain't shit to us (shh)
Hit yo' ass with a hunnid round, come pick 'em up (brrt)
Shot ol' man up back, I hope he don't run outta luck (baow)
Mane, all the bad bitches, they wanna fuck, they heard I'm up (let it go)
Run through the club, make it thunderstorm, you never seen this is a one on one
Young nigga, they got a ton of gun (young nigga), part of 'em they can't wait to eat some lunch (go get 'em)
Steady pullin' up in all kinda foreigns (skrrt), no basic bitch, you broke bitches borin'
First let me light my blunt (hol' on), then I'ma hit my cup (cup)
She made you wait three months (what?), first day she let me fuck (lame)
All my young niggas up (young niggas), doggin' these ho can't get stuck
And I can't love on these hos, I ju' lust (I can't), we used to be broke, used to ride on the bus
I'm in the Lambo', I'm crawlin' down sunset, and I look like a motherfuckin' caterpillar
I left a .9 in the spot, and it came with a Glock, and a motherfuckin' babysitter (word)
I don't surround myself 'round none of these broke nigga, all I hang around is some major niggas
I used to break on the cops and I leave the block hot like some motherfuckin' Cajun nigga
I used to trap on the block, used to trap out the bando and break down the bundles (down the bundles)
Back in my mama house, told her, "I ain't movin' out 'til I done stack me a hunnid" (me a hunnid)
Hit me my first lick and I buy me a pint, and I went to go cop me a Honda (for real)
That shit caught on fire, a Mcdonald (damn), look back at that shit that wasn't funny (wasn't funny)
The ice on my neck and wrist under my fingers, I told you I shine like the summer
I need me a bitch like Madonna ('donna), eat on that pussy, Kutana (yeah)
Bake that shit up like lasagna, she say she wanted young Gunna (young Gunna)
I'm still on that run up get done up (get done up), walk in that club with that burner (rrah)
All of my nigga don't murder, don't know what you heard of, we came out the ghetto (ghetto)
Came a long way from the Nat, now we got us some racks and a spot in Rodeo (Rodeo)
Bitch, I'ma ball like a layup (layup), I ju' wan' fuck and don't lay up (don't lay up)
I see niggas owe, need to pay up (pay up), you gon' pay the cost or your day up
First let me light my blunt (hol' on), then I'ma hit my cup (cup)
She made you wait three months (what?), first day she let me fuck (lame)
All my young niggas up (young niggas), doggin' these ho can't get stuck
And I can't love on these hos, I ju' lust (I can't), we used to be broke, used to ride on the bus
I'm in the Lambo', I'm crawlin' down sunset, and I look like a motherfuckin' caterpillar
I left a .9 in the spot, and it came with a Glock, and a motherfuckin' babysitter (word)
I don't surround myself 'round none of these broke nigga, all I hang around is some major niggas
I used to break on the cops and I leave the block hot like some motherfuckin' Cajun nigga
Yeah, yeah
YSL shit (yeah)
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
First let me light my blunt (hol' on), then I'ma hit my cup (cup)
She made you wait three months (what?), first day she let me fuck (lame)
All my young niggas up (young niggas), doggin' these ho can't get stuck
And I can't love on these hos, I ju' lust (I can't), we used to be broke, used to ride on the bus
I'm in the Lambo', I'm crawlin' down sunset, and I look like a motherfuckin' caterpillar
I left a .9 in the spot, and it came with a Glock, and a motherfuckin' babysitter
I don't surround myself 'round none of these broke nigga, all I hang around is some major niggas
I used to break on the cops and I leave the block hot like some motherfuckin' Cajun nigga
They talkin' 'bout us, they can't face us niggas, bitches I don't wanna fuck say they hate a nigga
Play with my money, I gotta whole lotta tip for you ju' like I'ma waiter nigga (phew-phew-phew-phew)
Every day my birthday, I got cake, don't stand in no line, I don't do no waitin' (no)
I'm geeked up right now, and I'm fuckin' faded (I'm geeked), I thank the Lord that we finally made it
Thankin' the Lord that we here today, he gave me a chance, now I'm here to stay
Surrounded by real, I don't fuck with fake (fuck with fake)
If it ain't 'bout no money, don't wanna play (don't wanna play)
Better stay down, get yo' racks up (stay down, get yo' racks up)
Don't play crazy, boy, you act tough (don't play crazy)
I'm in Pakistan, I'm in the bluff
Say you got a hunnid thou', boy, that ain't shit to us (shh)
Hit yo' ass with a hunnid round, come pick 'em up (brrt)
Shot ol' man up back, I hope he don't run outta luck (baow)
Mane, all the bad bitches, they wanna fuck, they heard I'm up (let it go)
Run through the club, make it thunderstorm, you never seen this is a one on one
Young nigga, they got a ton of gun (young nigga), part of 'em they can't wait to eat some lunch (go get 'em)
Steady pullin' up in all kinda foreigns (skrrt), no basic bitch, you broke bitches borin'
First let me light my blunt (hol' on), then I'ma hit my cup (cup)
She made you wait three months (what?), first day she let me fuck (lame)
All my young niggas up (young niggas), doggin' these ho can't get stuck
And I can't love on these hos, I ju' lust (I can't), we used to be broke, used to ride on the bus
I'm in the Lambo', I'm crawlin' down sunset, and I look like a motherfuckin' caterpillar
I left a .9 in the spot, and it came with a Glock, and a motherfuckin' babysitter (word)
I don't surround myself 'round none of these broke nigga, all I hang around is some major niggas
I used to break on the cops and I leave the block hot like some motherfuckin' Cajun nigga
I used to trap on the block, used to trap out the bando and break down the bundles (down the bundles)
Back in my mama house, told her, "I ain't movin' out 'til I done stack me a hunnid" (me a hunnid)
Hit me my first lick and I buy me a pint, and I went to go cop me a Honda (for real)
That shit caught on fire, a Mcdonald (damn), look back at that shit that wasn't funny (wasn't funny)
The ice on my neck and wrist under my fingers, I told you I shine like the summer
I need me a bitch like Madonna ('donna), eat on that pussy, Kutana (yeah)
Bake that shit up like lasagna, she say she wanted young Gunna (young Gunna)
I'm still on that run up get done up (get done up), walk in that club with that burner (rrah)
All of my nigga don't murder, don't know what you heard of, we came out the ghetto (ghetto)
Came a long way from the Nat, now we got us some racks and a spot in Rodeo (Rodeo)
Bitch, I'ma ball like a layup (layup), I ju' wan' fuck and don't lay up (don't lay up)
I see niggas owe, need to pay up (pay up), you gon' pay the cost or your day up
First let me light my blunt (hol' on), then I'ma hit my cup (cup)
She made you wait three months (what?), first day she let me fuck (lame)
All my young niggas up (young niggas), doggin' these ho can't get stuck
And I can't love on these hos, I ju' lust (I can't), we used to be broke, used to ride on the bus
I'm in the Lambo', I'm crawlin' down sunset, and I look like a motherfuckin' caterpillar
I left a .9 in the spot, and it came with a Glock, and a motherfuckin' babysitter (word)
I don't surround myself 'round none of these broke nigga, all I hang around is some major niggas
I used to break on the cops and I leave the block hot like some motherfuckin' Cajun nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Sergio Kitchens, Martinez Arnold
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