LIGHTS

Enrgy made this one
You knew what it was when you signed up
Hold up, pass me the mic, this shit kinda hard
Yo', ayy

I be thuggin' with my fuckin' shooters
You is just a pussy, you ain't wet enough, go get some lube up
When I'm with your bitch, she off a perkie, oh, she fuckin' booted
I said we all keep a razor though, not no fuckin' scooter
Ever since the start, I've been bound to check
I was 17, ain't have no heart and I was catchin' wreck
Everything from yola to the Xans, had the shit on deck
Ridin' with the shells and gettin' head, I call it turtleneck, uh
5 AM and we still in the trap, bitch
Cut it with the knife, I got the racks inside the mattress
I think I'ma fuck your shorty, she look like a practice
I like taking hood girls and treat 'em like an actress
We gon' shoot a movie up in here, uh-huh
Think I got your shorty up in here, uh-huh
Think I got my nina up in here, uh-huh
I don't play that pussy shit in here, uh-huh
Nigga, you should watch your fuckin' head, uh-huh
Run up, put the Ruger to your ear, uh-huh
Can you fuck—, can you fuckin' hear? Uh-huh
Look, I made a gangster shed a tear, uh-huh
Yeah, nigga cappin'
I knew you a bitch when you came here, what happened?
I knew I'd get rich once I heard the beat clappin'
I knew I could fuck when your girl said I slapped, nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Kirkpatrick
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