Sum'n Light (feat. Baba)
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yo
Fifty bands yeah I fuck it up
Quarter-mili watch me fuck it up
Big body got me swervin' up
They letting me cook I just serve em up
Pit stop
I'm just getting top
In the drop top
I keep it under tuck
New girls see me cuttin' up
I'm Drew Brees
Tell em huddle up
They know I been wildin'
Saying I'm reckless
Guess you can say
I just leveled up
I just flew from Houston
Out here in Texas
They know the deal
When I'm pulling up
You niggas is clueless
I'm too exclusive
Why do yall think
You can hit me up
From Louis to Gucci
Feelin' like Tunechi
Bitch I'm the kid
I just richie'd up
How they gon' act like I ain't snappin' on niggas
Not taking no pictures
I'm chasing 8 figures
I switch up on niggas
That switch up on niggas
Right now I'm convinced
That I'm hitting a lic
When a nigga is spittin'
Yall niggas gon' listen
Don't yall see the difference
From me and that nigga
That think he that nigga
He's not making no difference
Now don't get it twisted
I'll make him go missin'
Bet on life
And I bet on peace
Bet on Greed
And I bet on me
Bet you rappers is fake hood
That parlay looking real good
Bet I'm right
And I bet I'm hype
If I see that nigga
Bet it's on sight
Keitel got me sounding nice
Think I'm going off
This just sum'n light
If it's something light then I'm dark
Black tint in a foreign car
Black tint with a bad bitch
Like five six and they pornstars
Skirt off with my doors off
Skirt off when I burnt off
Your girl like a light switch
Got her turned on
When she turnt off
This ain't no relapse I OD on niggas
As soon as they see me I step on the booth
No time to relax I'm right where they be at
I load up the chopper and aim with the two
These niggas cappin' inventing they rappin'
But really they faking that's not what they do
If they want action I load up the pack and I come with that heater
That burn down the roof
Pull up on niggas and air out
Like babababa
Niggas know I'm top top top five
Get yo top top top slide
Swear I'm disturbing the peace
Ain't no more resting when I'm on the scene
Why would I hop on a feature for free
Just to kill niggas who duckin them fees
Hope that you wishing 'em well
Aye
Gottta C me like Chanel
Aye
Darker than Christian yeah Bale
Aye
Either you lose or you fail
Aye Aye
Better check the price
It's the best advice
If they think it's nice
Better check it twice
And they know I'm on
When I set my sights
Thinking I'm going off
This just something light
Aye
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yo
Fifty bands yeah I fuck it up
Quarter-mili watch me fuck it up
Big body got me swervin' up
They letting me cook I just serve em up
Pit stop
I'm just getting top
In the drop top
I keep it under tuck
New girls see me cuttin' up
I'm Drew Brees
Tell em huddle up
They know I been wildin'
Saying I'm reckless
Guess you can say
I just leveled up
I just flew from Houston
Out here in Texas
They know the deal
When I'm pulling up
You niggas is clueless
I'm too exclusive
Why do yall think
You can hit me up
From Louis to Gucci
Feelin' like Tunechi
Bitch I'm the kid
I just richie'd up
How they gon' act like I ain't snappin' on niggas
Not taking no pictures
I'm chasing 8 figures
I switch up on niggas
That switch up on niggas
Right now I'm convinced
That I'm hitting a lic
When a nigga is spittin'
Yall niggas gon' listen
Don't yall see the difference
From me and that nigga
That think he that nigga
He's not making no difference
Now don't get it twisted
I'll make him go missin'
Bet on life
And I bet on peace
Bet on Greed
And I bet on me
Bet you rappers is fake hood
That parlay looking real good
Bet I'm right
And I bet I'm hype
If I see that nigga
Bet it's on sight
Keitel got me sounding nice
Think I'm going off
This just sum'n light
If it's something light then I'm dark
Black tint in a foreign car
Black tint with a bad bitch
Like five six and they pornstars
Skirt off with my doors off
Skirt off when I burnt off
Your girl like a light switch
Got her turned on
When she turnt off
This ain't no relapse I OD on niggas
As soon as they see me I step on the booth
No time to relax I'm right where they be at
I load up the chopper and aim with the two
These niggas cappin' inventing they rappin'
But really they faking that's not what they do
If they want action I load up the pack and I come with that heater
That burn down the roof
Pull up on niggas and air out
Like babababa
Niggas know I'm top top top five
Get yo top top top slide
Swear I'm disturbing the peace
Ain't no more resting when I'm on the scene
Why would I hop on a feature for free
Just to kill niggas who duckin them fees
Hope that you wishing 'em well
Aye
Gottta C me like Chanel
Aye
Darker than Christian yeah Bale
Aye
Either you lose or you fail
Aye Aye
Better check the price
It's the best advice
If they think it's nice
Better check it twice
And they know I'm on
When I set my sights
Thinking I'm going off
This just something light
Aye
Credits
Writer(s): U. Ene
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