[Verse 1: Lightshow]
I like my b**hes bossy
This lip cost 30 [?]
A couple grammys on me now, I'm tryna get 'em off me
I'm tryna get a Grammy
A beach house in Miami
My b**h might need a Beamer
Right now she drive a Camry
That hundred round like family
I ride around with it
Might hit a lick and smoke a pound
I'm really down with it
If I see them lights flash I'ma down [?]
That mean I ain't stoppin', turn up like I ain't poppin'
n***a who is you and where you from? you ain't poppin'
f** you call his phone for if you ain't shopping
Rather not do club hopping, I like bank hopping
Walk out that b**h with them bags like I'm bank robbing
Don't compare us to these n***as cause they ain't mobbing
They starving, b**h I'm cooking like I'm J. Harden
Watch young n***a go and get it quick as Klay [?]
If you ain't getting digits, n***a say nothing [Hook: Lightshow]
We got the all the d**, we just need the lighters
We got army guns like the f**ing fighters
Let that b**h convince me, pop a half, I might swerve
Talk her out her panties if I say the right words
Promise I don't think I could get any higher
Had to write a thank you note to my supplier
Please don't cut them lights on when I'm riding by, sir
Please don't cut them lights on, I am smoking fire
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Cut the lights on, f** it, cut the lights off, diamonds lit
Couple VVS's on my neck the way my diamonds hit
I was 13, robbin' n***as, drinking that brown b**h
Riding in a drop with a Glock and a f**ing stick
VVS all on my neck, hold up
100 round drum in that TEC, hold up
Pull up on you in a 'Vette, hold up
Pull up, b**hes break their neck, hold up
Pull up on you in a ghost, hold up
Pull up, break your b**h's throat, hold up
n***as think I make money rapping but b**h I'm still selling dope
I'm in DC with my n***a Lightshow
Went to Avianne now my f**ing ice glow
And I keep a pistol everywhere that I go
I don't need no f**ing shooter, young Savage gon' blow [Hook: Lightshow]
We got the all the d**, we just need the lighters
We got army guns like the f**ing fighters
Let that b**h convince me, pop a half, I might swerve
Talk her out her panties if I say the right words
Promise I don't think I could get any higher
Had to write a thank you note to my supplier
Please don't cut them lights on when I'm riding by, sir
Please don't cut them lights on, I am smoking fire [Verse 3: Lightshow]
Please don't hit the lights, that sh** is bright
Please don't hit the lights, this prescription in my Sprite
Please don't hit the lights, chopper on the seat on sight
Please don't hit the lights, I might have to spend the night
At the jailhouse, wait inside that b**h 'til I get bailed out
Outed by a black cop, damn he a sellout
Most these n***as rats, they walkin' 'round here with they tail out
Ain't eyeballing sh**, I whip this motherf**ing scale out
I thank god for rap but I'm a motherf**ing trap god
Lot of n***as down so my first speed dial is my strap though
I didn't go to college, I rap automatics, cap guys
Finna pull up really really really deep like a capper
We get product and we split that sh** up like a hat pie
My b**h like to cook, hope she put lobster in the potpie
AR-15 bullet 'bout to sing like there's a [?]
Wore that b**h's own designer bag like a flat guy