Lights Out

Aye All blues me and my brothas yeah we stackin chips
Nigga claim he caught me loafin but ain't let it drip
Lil mama staring at a nigga think she like my fit
But she can't even get no time if she don't run it in
I'm just bout my paper young nigga chasin Benjamin's
I just took this nigga bitch she lookin like a ten
Call me dj khaled all a nigga do is win
And I'm really bout this shit I do not pretend
These niggas hating on a nigga cuz They know I flex
Green beam like 2k you cannot contest
When I shoot it's at yo head so nigga fuck yo vest
He be wolfin on my name so imma get em stretched
When we sliding through they blocks yeah they ain't outside
Niggas playin hide and seek but we don't never hide
Game time lil Kevin time to ride or die
And if you loafin on my name we might take yo life
Pipes out we be slidin with them pipes out
Light outs hit that nigga hard and it'll lights out
Right now tryna run it in I need it right now
Caught that nigga loafin outta bounds we pulled them pipes out
Yeah but they knowin that I'm clean as fuck
Had to call that lil nigga Charlie cuz he need good luck
Made them niggas think I'm from Milwaukee cuz I need my bucks
When we slide through them niggas blocks I bet I make em duck
Hunnid shots dumpin kut that k yeah it was cold as fucc
Had that 40 lookin like a thot the way I make it buss
Brody in the bacc geekin hard with that glizzy tucced
Aye with that glizzy tucced



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Writer(s): Anthony James Brown
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