Light's Out

Why you typing
Guns shoot out yo guts and you lighten
These rappers lowkey some cannibals, thought i'm the animal
They do the biting
Counting to ten, get the hiding
Meaning i'll load up ten, start hiding
You know that shit not a freestyle, meanwhile he took two hours to write it

Bitch

Snatch yo body up clean, Ed G
Had to rock his ass mean while singing Queen
Cut this man in half no Charlie Sheen
Can't give him a pass, he having dreams
These n***** is scary with yellow sheets
I'll up this piece if there's no peace
Give him a beat for free, fuck a lease
I do what I do and this bitch pleading please

Play this round' yo mom, she gon' look for the Bible
I got a rifle, spin block like a cycle

Caught him on his cycle that's final pedal
They don't play my game cuz i'm the final level
Boy caught a round cuz he thought he a rebel
Unlock some new shit this weapon is special
I put him down if down not what he settle
Being a bitch, he won the gold medal

Fuck a follow for follow, don't like it go hallow for hallow
Too good at this shit, think that i'm Apollo
I got what you need, LC not from Congo
If he deserved it, won't have any sorrow
I want my chicken pronto not at Roscoes
She tryna get scooped like I want some gelato

How you focused on females but not money
That girl that you got, everybody honey
Jump around the whole spot, trap bunny
Now that lil n**** crying, his nose runny
Thought you a killer, it's so funny
And that's why you do not trust hoes dummy
Kill a n**** then go to a different country, now I gotta adjust to the different money

Voices I hear get worse than Pamela
N**** stay in yo lane or catch six up in Canada
Drums going off, the first lyrics in Africa
He can keep running, don't care bout his stamina
At the next corner pop out like a movie bruh
Blah, blah, blah, up the tooly up
All these basic ass bars got ya'll turning up
If that's what you like then I guess that i'm out of luck

Phase through the jungle, I phase i'm a beast
Raise up the muscle cuz ya'll n***** weak
Ak rays make you tumble ain't aim at the feet
Strays at yo door and they ready to feast
You get pieced but popped if you call the police
In a week or not, yo body gon' reek
If you squeak to cops, yo head touch yo feet
When he tweak a lot I don't even speak
I just squeeze the Glock, watch boy leak

Lights out, if he pop out bullets pop out
Pop loud
He gon' touch a cloud with his lights out
Lights out, if he pop out bullets pop out
Pop loud
He gon' touch a cloud with his lights out
Lights out, if he pop out bullets pop out
Pop loud
He gon' touch a cloud with his lights out
Lights out, if he pop out bullets pop out
Pop loud
He gon' touch a cloud with his lights out