Light Em' Up

Yeah, aye

Time's up, I'm bout to wind up
You bout to wind up
Lined up in the sights bruh, you ain't like us
I come for your life, I'm bout to strike ya
Light em up we bout to light em up
Time I mic up

Damn
I'm bout to spaz
I'm bout to hit em up
Boy I'm on yo ass, pause
I hit the gas
I'm bout to blast
Fuck a XXL boy
I been at the top of the class
On a roll like I'm butter
I'm smoother then a fresh jar of the Skippy
Hit this feature for my brother
I got you homie, I'ma go head and whip this shit up in a jiffy
I'm 69 with the blicky my nigga you 69 with the snitching
You thinking you big time but you bitty
I promise I'm ten times what you bringing yo
Wanna play with me?
You couldn't hang with me
If it was make believe
Spitting major league
I'm a minor problem doing major things
Bouta have more bread than a bakery
Ladies and gentlemen take a seat
And please don't try no bravery
If you ain't paid the fee then I'ma make ya leave
What you about to see, it might shock ya
Hit em in the chin
Fix that posture, pull that pen
Brain turn pasta, take it to the rim
They can't block the kid when he going in for the shot like that Vodka
Yo, Twist that top off
40 in the grip bouta let another shot off
Bullet game Rasta, mean it hit ya man
And if I don't get ya better watch my partner
Homie too quick with it
He just flick that wrist better watch that hand when hit with it
If you wanna click click with it
Then the kid can get with it, prolly bouta hit the whole clique with it
Script bouta flip with it
Won't be no trick with it
West on bouta bring Smith with it
Better get the jist of it
And ya better get it quick cuz I ain't really tryna say this again

I said time's up, I'm bout to wind up
You bout to wind up, lined up in the sights bruh
You ain't like us
I come for your life, I'm bout to strike ya
Light em up we bout to light em up
Turn your mic up

Check 1 2, 1 2
This shit is so overdue
When I hunt my prey, I do it sneaky, like a lion do
I can smell your scent from far away, there's nothing more to do
Ima pounce on you like I'm black panther, with my whole damn crew
Give me some room
I'm bout operate nigga like Jay-Z when he was up back in the booth
Making his studio album that everyone listened to, is was so blue
Printing the way for the artists today, you know it's the Mo'fucking truth
And I do not doubt it my nigga, stop hesitating when I step in the room
I'm finna blow, my top gonna go, like a volcano bout to spew
I got these Mo'fuckers shook in the back, like some fans for a group
This shit is so heavy, man Marty been telling me, but I never listen ooh (great scott!)
Everything's changing, it's so amazing
I'm doin shit for the culture around me
Lighting up haters that clown me
Then I go head to yo momma house and I sit down, and have me some ground beef
She whip it up in the skillet so quick
Nigga you know ima take me a lick
Niggas don't take me for serious, but I'm not fucking around, I'm delirious
I'm so insane, insane in the brain
Insane in the brain, they calling me Wayne
Get out my way, before I come cave
Yo Mo'fucking chest in, my nigga don't play
My girl don't complain, cause I keep her safe
And I'd never hurt her with hands on her face
But for other niggas I can't say the same
These nigga's psychotic in every way
In every way
In every way
In every way, yeah