City Lights

My moment, I own it Chilling in the dark with the bud trying to clone it Talking on the phone that's right when the cone hit Denver life and the city lights calling I'm balling, whipping in an Ex Rolling with the bunny and she's giving me neck Mic flow nice, I don't fold, I check Twenty-one and the three points left Wet, wet Giving up points but I win the bet 'Cause I set on me and I bet on we And yall know I got that heart like Brett Feeling that shade, I'm around the way Hoes go wild and the boys don't play Where the nuts hang low, tools on display And it don't take much for the red to spray Don't take much for the red to spray Brain don't know what the head will say Beef ain't shit, but the bread gone stay Gone cook it up, while they're looking up Pits don't run with the pups, ok? Red nose shit. What the f*ck you say? Talking hard, but the shit don't play We know your name, where the f*ck you stay It's f*ck you day, pay me like I'm Billie Rolling on the coast and the sea so pretty Hitting all the bumps, trying to bounce them titties Flint to Denver, Loc Boi in the city D Riv in this bitch right here With a real tight pair of the white Nike Airs And I write my tears, anywhere I care Flying high, I'm gliding, yeah