ŁÏGHTS ØÜT (feat. xaestar)

Turn the lights down, bitch I don't wanna see These rappers stay corny They don't know who they wanna be Tryna steal my flow But I got many more They say that boy be fakin you Gonna end up on the floor Little bitch stay corny, I don't know I'ma run this shit Get my bag and hit the door I'ma get my shit I'ma leave up on the top Little bitch mad Cause they know that music flop Yeah, they mad, yeah, they mad Cause they ain't gonna get a bag I've been running up these checks Tryna tell these boys they bad But they never gonna listen Yeah, they never gonna drop A fucking bag on this brand new watch Yeah, it's iced out Peanut Butter seats up in my whip But you can't cash out In the drop top, bitch, you know I'm speeding Might just win the race Bitch, you know I'm leading Cause I'm never gonna lose If I ever die, then I'ma end up on the news Boy, you better pray Cause I'ma kill your fucking crew Ayy, I'm talking loud Pac, you didn't know that I draw the blood, don't call that Young girl want the dick and I know that I owe that Accuracy on it Not no Kovacs Hop out the flight, I got jet lag Chassis boss to me, ain't no rematch I got a couple of knocks, couple of sticks I got a couple of blades, you can get hit Me and ic3, you stepping on shit Slicing up, I'll leave this body in ditches You wanna go twin up some bitches I got a finger for my glock and it itches I got a new pole, it's dangerous You know I'm bustin' up, now you gotta see that Turn the lights down, bitch, I don't wanna see These rappers stay corny, they don't know who they wanna be Tryna steal my flow, but I got plenty more They say that boy be fakin you gon' end up on the floor Little bitch stay corny, I don't know I'ma run this shit, get my bag and hit the door