Lights Off (feat. Gunna & Lil Durk)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Tay Keith, Tay Keith, Tay Keith)
Restaurant, I dine in, I want light sauce (light sauce)
Twinklin', that's my diamonds, yeah, when the lights off (yeah)
My third eye always watching these n- fake and phony (phony)
Grind hard, every one of my homies
Gettin' an iced out Rollie (iced out Rollie)
Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor (odor)
'Fridgerator full of c- (yeah)
I pour deuces in my soda (soda)
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (yeah)
They told me I wasn't gon' make it
If you ain't grind hard (hard)
Look at how far we made it (made it)
I told 'em, they thought I was crazy
Young Gunna been hot (too hot)
I trapped in the spot, it got raided (raided)
I custom the watch, two-tone
The Prezi and Elliot made it (made it)
The Cuban, it look like it's faded (faded)
We can't do the minimum wages (nah)
I'm a big dog, money tall like King Kong (King Kong)
Heard them millions talk, went and bought me three phones
Rockin' VLONE, told the h-, "leave me VLONE" (leave me VLONE)
Higher than Cheech and Chong
I don't care what you on, to each his own (to each his own)
Had to find my space, I was just keepin' my mind straight (mind straight)
Why these broke n- hate?
Actin' like they don't know crime pays (crime pays)
I'm in a different mind state
Runnin' to the M's in a fast pace (fast pace)
We like to call it rat race
Came out the hood and got good taste (good taste)
Restaurant, I dine in, I want light sauce (light sauce)
Twinklin', that's my diamonds, yeah, when the lights off (yeah)
My third eye always watching these n- fake and phony (phony)
Grind hard, every one of my homies
Gettin' an iced out Rollie (iced out Rollie)
Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor (odor)
'Fridgerator full of c- (yeah)
I pour deuces in my soda (soda)
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (look like Wockhardt, yeah)
They told me I wasn't gon' make it
If you ain't grind hard (hard) (yeah-yeah)
Wake up in the morning
P- for breakfast (Percocets for my breakfast)
I wake up, she be blowin' me
I'm blockin' all my ex'es (blockin' all my ex'es)
Gettin' toppy on the E-way
Man, I damn, near missed my exit (damn near missed my exit)
I can give my b- anything
I get 'em all baguettes (yeah, yeah)
He be tough for you, when he come around us, he be scary
I'm a gangster, take care of my block, I'm like my daddy
I ain't gon' lie, surrounded by some killers, I can't go live
I ain't gon' lie, fightin' a murder with a public defendant, you better not try
I need a trapper, b-, I ain't tryna trap a b-
Runnin' her mouth and sh-
She get in her bag for Chanel
She bought some sneakers
I ain't even had to ask the b- (yeah, yeah)
Down bad broke 'round millionaires
Never asked for sh-
It's fuck buddy, drug buddy
That's my b-, give her a half a ten
Restaurant, I dine in, I want light sauce (light sauce)
Twinklin', that's my diamonds, yeah, when the lights off (yeah)
My third eye always watching these n- fake and phony (phony)
Grind hard, every one of my homies
Gettin' an iced out Rollie (iced out Rollie)
Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor (odor)
'Fridgerator full of c- (yeah)
I pour deuces in my soda (soda)
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (yeah)
They told me I wasn't gon' make it
If you ain't grind hard (hard)
Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor
(MWA Music)
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt
Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Tay Keith, Tay Keith, Tay Keith)
Restaurant, I dine in, I want light sauce (light sauce)
Twinklin', that's my diamonds, yeah, when the lights off (yeah)
My third eye always watching these n- fake and phony (phony)
Grind hard, every one of my homies
Gettin' an iced out Rollie (iced out Rollie)
Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor (odor)
'Fridgerator full of c- (yeah)
I pour deuces in my soda (soda)
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (yeah)
They told me I wasn't gon' make it
If you ain't grind hard (hard)
Look at how far we made it (made it)
I told 'em, they thought I was crazy
Young Gunna been hot (too hot)
I trapped in the spot, it got raided (raided)
I custom the watch, two-tone
The Prezi and Elliot made it (made it)
The Cuban, it look like it's faded (faded)
We can't do the minimum wages (nah)
I'm a big dog, money tall like King Kong (King Kong)
Heard them millions talk, went and bought me three phones
Rockin' VLONE, told the h-, "leave me VLONE" (leave me VLONE)
Higher than Cheech and Chong
I don't care what you on, to each his own (to each his own)
Had to find my space, I was just keepin' my mind straight (mind straight)
Why these broke n- hate?
Actin' like they don't know crime pays (crime pays)
I'm in a different mind state
Runnin' to the M's in a fast pace (fast pace)
We like to call it rat race
Came out the hood and got good taste (good taste)
Restaurant, I dine in, I want light sauce (light sauce)
Twinklin', that's my diamonds, yeah, when the lights off (yeah)
My third eye always watching these n- fake and phony (phony)
Grind hard, every one of my homies
Gettin' an iced out Rollie (iced out Rollie)
Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor (odor)
'Fridgerator full of c- (yeah)
I pour deuces in my soda (soda)
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (look like Wockhardt, yeah)
They told me I wasn't gon' make it
If you ain't grind hard (hard) (yeah-yeah)
Wake up in the morning
P- for breakfast (Percocets for my breakfast)
I wake up, she be blowin' me
I'm blockin' all my ex'es (blockin' all my ex'es)
Gettin' toppy on the E-way
Man, I damn, near missed my exit (damn near missed my exit)
I can give my b- anything
I get 'em all baguettes (yeah, yeah)
He be tough for you, when he come around us, he be scary
I'm a gangster, take care of my block, I'm like my daddy
I ain't gon' lie, surrounded by some killers, I can't go live
I ain't gon' lie, fightin' a murder with a public defendant, you better not try
I need a trapper, b-, I ain't tryna trap a b-
Runnin' her mouth and sh-
She get in her bag for Chanel
She bought some sneakers
I ain't even had to ask the b- (yeah, yeah)
Down bad broke 'round millionaires
Never asked for sh-
It's fuck buddy, drug buddy
That's my b-, give her a half a ten
Restaurant, I dine in, I want light sauce (light sauce)
Twinklin', that's my diamonds, yeah, when the lights off (yeah)
My third eye always watching these n- fake and phony (phony)
Grind hard, every one of my homies
Gettin' an iced out Rollie (iced out Rollie)
Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor (odor)
'Fridgerator full of c- (yeah)
I pour deuces in my soda (soda)
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (yeah)
They told me I wasn't gon' make it
If you ain't grind hard (hard)
Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor
(MWA Music)
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt
Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt
Credits
Writer(s): Durk Banks, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Sergio Kitchens, Mike G. Dean, Grayson Michael Serio
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