Light Years
Rizzy ya Heard (Ugh Uuughh)
Took the hustle to another level won't trying to be poor
Trapped out my ma-fucking heart shit it was already broke (Hell it was already broke)
Straight off the porch as a youngin I been getting down on the money
Light years ahead of these niggas I ain't saying that to be funny
Six months of running and gunning Im trying to get a quick 100
Never learned the fundamentals you going down with dummies
Getting it gone by the bundles (Uhhhh)
Keeping them guessing they wonder (Ooouuu)
I did my thing in the winter (Ooouuu)
I just might take off this summer (Ooouuu)
Practice make better I been getting better taking no L no fumbles
Six months of running and gunning Im trying to get a quick 100
We let these niggas be decoys thinking they do what they wanna
Go head and cross that lil line we gone make you a lil goner
Turn off your light like a switch
Wait let me catch this lil switch
Got this lil play Im gone hit
Then I go make me a hit
Two for two I was working a special
Thinking it sweet mane these niggas gone test you
Ain't even sneeze and they trying to come bless you
Like let me get that that that and that toooo
Im having sticks like pandas and bamboooo
Don't say I cant what I will and can dooo
Im sending shots right now if you doubted me
Diamonds just twerking on me thats a part of me
Most of these niggas just straight up be larceny
Most of the streets it ain't nothing but darkness
We still running around getting popping
Keep it equipped with the flaaaahhh
Keep it equipped with the thing with the flaaaahhh
When Im counting money Im laughing like hahaha
Don't it feel good to put up in the cut
Spent a lil some but I ain't do too much
I just be trying to get all my lil ducks
Put em in a row and then triple em up
Put me in the room and I might just fuck
Look at my chain don't look at my eyes
You make eye contact you mines
I like them sweet with a sprinkle of gangster
Cute lil thing Im gone put it in her spine
She get the bopping on me thats a thank you (ooouuu)
Straight off the porch as a youngin I been getting down on the money
Light years ahead of these niggas I ain't saying that to be funny
Six months of running and gunning Im trying to get a quick 100
Never learned the fundamentals you going down with dummies
Getting it gone by the bundles (Uhhhh)
Keeping them guessing they wonder (Ooouuu)
I did my thing in the winter (Ooouuu)
I just might take off this summer (Ooouuu)
Practice make better I been getting better taking no L no fumbles
Six months of running and gunning Im trying to get a quick 100
Took the hustle to another level won't trying to be poor
Trapped out my ma-fucking heart shit it was already broke (Hell it was already broke)
Straight off the porch as a youngin I been getting down on the money
Light years ahead of these niggas I ain't saying that to be funny
Six months of running and gunning Im trying to get a quick 100
Never learned the fundamentals you going down with dummies
Getting it gone by the bundles (Uhhhh)
Keeping them guessing they wonder (Ooouuu)
I did my thing in the winter (Ooouuu)
I just might take off this summer (Ooouuu)
Practice make better I been getting better taking no L no fumbles
Six months of running and gunning Im trying to get a quick 100
We let these niggas be decoys thinking they do what they wanna
Go head and cross that lil line we gone make you a lil goner
Turn off your light like a switch
Wait let me catch this lil switch
Got this lil play Im gone hit
Then I go make me a hit
Two for two I was working a special
Thinking it sweet mane these niggas gone test you
Ain't even sneeze and they trying to come bless you
Like let me get that that that and that toooo
Im having sticks like pandas and bamboooo
Don't say I cant what I will and can dooo
Im sending shots right now if you doubted me
Diamonds just twerking on me thats a part of me
Most of these niggas just straight up be larceny
Most of the streets it ain't nothing but darkness
We still running around getting popping
Keep it equipped with the flaaaahhh
Keep it equipped with the thing with the flaaaahhh
When Im counting money Im laughing like hahaha
Don't it feel good to put up in the cut
Spent a lil some but I ain't do too much
I just be trying to get all my lil ducks
Put em in a row and then triple em up
Put me in the room and I might just fuck
Look at my chain don't look at my eyes
You make eye contact you mines
I like them sweet with a sprinkle of gangster
Cute lil thing Im gone put it in her spine
She get the bopping on me thats a thank you (ooouuu)
Straight off the porch as a youngin I been getting down on the money
Light years ahead of these niggas I ain't saying that to be funny
Six months of running and gunning Im trying to get a quick 100
Never learned the fundamentals you going down with dummies
Getting it gone by the bundles (Uhhhh)
Keeping them guessing they wonder (Ooouuu)
I did my thing in the winter (Ooouuu)
I just might take off this summer (Ooouuu)
Practice make better I been getting better taking no L no fumbles
Six months of running and gunning Im trying to get a quick 100
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Writer(s): Lanard Potts
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