Lights Out
What the fuck bruh
Lights out
You wanna squabble me?
I fight bouts till you wobble kneed
You must be a turkey
Crying
Gobbling
Just shut up
You can hardly speak
I've served crust
I've heard squeaks
From my songs playing
I ain't ever tweak
I'm just long staying
Slaying up a beat
I'm like Kong
I hear the quaking teeth
Training angrily
On the regular
You ain't Danger P
You can't do me hurt
Watch me bob and weave
Watch the feet at work
I approach the ring and
Get the Dub (Yes sir!)
Stepping through the ropes
Hear my coaches chirp
I ain't need advice
I move like a blur
Round Number one
Get the crowd to stir
Shit
I'm almost done here
That's my word
Throw a punch
Clear
He countered it
Seen a flash of light
When he hit me shit
Got to shuffle more
Got to dodge the fists
Aw
Wait
Fuck
I don't think I did
Now I'm laying here
Count's almost ten
Getting up and
Falling down again
How I sense doubt
Got my head in spins
Damn lights out?
But I got to win
Lights out
You wanna squabble me?
I fight bouts till you wobble kneed
You must be a turkey
Crying
Gobbling
Just shut up
You can hardly speak
I've served crust
I've heard squeaks
From my songs playing
I ain't ever tweak
I'm just long staying
Slaying up a beat
I'm like Kong
I hear the quaking teeth
Shaking shoes
Not an Ounce of bounce
Ref boutta call it
I got a million rounds
Left in me
That's what I announced
As I raise my hands
And embrace this cloud of
Embarrassment
For kissing the floor
Imma share these hands and
Hope he meet the lord
He just a lamb
Most these Judges is boars
Wild ass pigs
They ain't follow no laws
My drive like a ram
I don't mean the dodge
Can't scam out my win
I ain't taking that loss
I hardly ham with my friends
I ain't chumming with y'all
Two Jabs and A Hook and A Cross
To his jaw
Dodging his straights and his ups
He can't bob
Creaky ass knees
Watch this fool hit the floor
His family wanna plead
Don't knock out my boy
Thought you knocking out me?
I'm AG
One mo cross and
Lights out
You wanna squabble me?
I fight bouts till you wobble kneed
You must be a turkey
Crying
Gobbling
Just shut up
You can hardly speak
I've served crust
I've heard squeaks
From my songs playing
I ain't ever tweak
I'm just long staying
Slaying up a beat
I'm like Kong
I hear the quaking teeth
What
The Fuck
Aye lights out guys it's time to go
Lights out
You wanna squabble me?
I fight bouts till you wobble kneed
You must be a turkey
Crying
Gobbling
Just shut up
You can hardly speak
I've served crust
I've heard squeaks
From my songs playing
I ain't ever tweak
I'm just long staying
Slaying up a beat
I'm like Kong
I hear the quaking teeth
Training angrily
On the regular
You ain't Danger P
You can't do me hurt
Watch me bob and weave
Watch the feet at work
I approach the ring and
Get the Dub (Yes sir!)
Stepping through the ropes
Hear my coaches chirp
I ain't need advice
I move like a blur
Round Number one
Get the crowd to stir
Shit
I'm almost done here
That's my word
Throw a punch
Clear
He countered it
Seen a flash of light
When he hit me shit
Got to shuffle more
Got to dodge the fists
Aw
Wait
Fuck
I don't think I did
Now I'm laying here
Count's almost ten
Getting up and
Falling down again
How I sense doubt
Got my head in spins
Damn lights out?
But I got to win
Lights out
You wanna squabble me?
I fight bouts till you wobble kneed
You must be a turkey
Crying
Gobbling
Just shut up
You can hardly speak
I've served crust
I've heard squeaks
From my songs playing
I ain't ever tweak
I'm just long staying
Slaying up a beat
I'm like Kong
I hear the quaking teeth
Shaking shoes
Not an Ounce of bounce
Ref boutta call it
I got a million rounds
Left in me
That's what I announced
As I raise my hands
And embrace this cloud of
Embarrassment
For kissing the floor
Imma share these hands and
Hope he meet the lord
He just a lamb
Most these Judges is boars
Wild ass pigs
They ain't follow no laws
My drive like a ram
I don't mean the dodge
Can't scam out my win
I ain't taking that loss
I hardly ham with my friends
I ain't chumming with y'all
Two Jabs and A Hook and A Cross
To his jaw
Dodging his straights and his ups
He can't bob
Creaky ass knees
Watch this fool hit the floor
His family wanna plead
Don't knock out my boy
Thought you knocking out me?
I'm AG
One mo cross and
Lights out
You wanna squabble me?
I fight bouts till you wobble kneed
You must be a turkey
Crying
Gobbling
Just shut up
You can hardly speak
I've served crust
I've heard squeaks
From my songs playing
I ain't ever tweak
I'm just long staying
Slaying up a beat
I'm like Kong
I hear the quaking teeth
What
The Fuck
Aye lights out guys it's time to go
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Pruyn
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