Taylor Bennett - Neon Lights lyrics

[Verse 1: Taylor Bennett] Mr. Bennett never finished, you can’t miss a call Me and Supa Supa sold out, that’s so [?] [?] probably sellin’ reggie out the door Now I’m thinkin’ bigger – motion pictures, foreign cars Chloe, Jordan, [?] and [?] wasn’t hit before Now I hit the drawer when I hit the mall Homies from the land poppin’ Xans, got withdrawals Clash my hands in advance ’cause they just can’t get off I’ve been gettin’ second chances That sh** like my motivation Just found out I’m sick, I got no time for patience Tired of waitin’ I know destinations, I don’t know locations, I know detonation Call up Supa, he gon’ cook the bacon [Hook: Supa Bwe] Only in the ‘Preme and I’m a k**in’ ape And still rock Bape and still rep gang And still throw signs while my n***as do the same Cause the phony sh** contagious so I let my phone ring I don’t like to conversate for conversation’s sake No more girls who stay up late Just baby girl and me Got real sisters outside Why lie when my life [?] Real sisters down to ride, and they gon’ ride tonight She put some bad-bad magic on me Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me We’re not just tryna stack till a n***a can’t see Or maybe break your back till the n***a can’t breathe She put some bad-bad magic on me Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me We’re not just tryna stack till a n***a can’t see Or maybe break your back till the n***a can’t breathe [Verse 2: Taylor Benett] I got held down in a spot over some confrontations No more conversations, if you wanna link then hit my agent No more weed, I put that down with all my friends that wouldn’t make it All my friends are k**ers and robbers, some of them couldn’t [?] I relate with shawties, Aretha Franklin and [?] Hispanic girls with attitudes be the great debaters My work’s a basket, my flow fantastic, this sh**’s a cla**ic I bumped the cla**ics that beat the ma**es Then preached to ma**es I used to roast over roaches until they burned to ashes And now I’m so far from me I feel like an open casket They want the new Taylor Bennett, my post is post-traumatic My flow keep goin’, your [?], we’ll blow ya backward My clique is [?] we’re always packin’ and never lackin’ I called up Supa for magic, you gotta have it You’re bottle cappin’, I’m [?] [?] my shoes ain’t matchin’ [?] Some real shawties tell lil’ shawties to put some racks up My money long, gettin’ done evolvin’ This sh**’s a cla**ic My money long, gettin’ done evolvin’ This sh**’s a cla**ic [Verse 3: Lil Yachty] Tsh, tired of n***as talkin’ ’bout this is the way you got to do it And you go to respect this type of person And you got to listen to that type of person f** all of that sh**, I’m doing it the way I wanna do it I’m tired of these n***as hatin’, and tired of promoters flakin’ So pay me in pre-advanced And if I forget them, book again I’m up, up and away And I’m so loved by the white people That they could approach me in a black [?] in a black alley with a black hoodie It’s as real as it gets (true) It’s as strong as a [?] When she walk around in her black tights Man, my jeans tight Man, my jeans tight around the crotch area It’s gettin scary to old heads ‘Cause Hip-Hop change each and every day And I’m the n***a pickin’ out the clothes I used to sip the fours and I used to f** every hoe I still f** every hoe I used to plot on the globe I used to be called a joke, I still get called a joke But I’m so rich that my ears they only hear ching-ching My eyes see bling-bling And everything in between is [?] all the time We whoop a**, and then we send a get well card Then we swipe my black cards And we don’t have backyards ’cause we stay on top floors And we get maids to mop up all of our marble floors And we f** five star top model cla** broads And we steal things, but n***a, we don’t do chords [Hook: Supa Bwe] Only in the ‘Preme and I’m a k**in’ ape And still rock Bape and still rep gang And still throw signs while my n***as do the same Cause the phony sh** contagious so I let my phone ring I don’t like to conversate for conversation’s sake No more girls who stay up late Just baby girl and me Got real sisters outside Why lie when my life [?] Real sisters down to ride, and they gon’ ride tonight She put some bad-bad magic on me Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me We’re not just tryna stack till a n***a can’t see Or maybe break your back till the n***a can’t breathe She put some bad-bad magic on me Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me We’re not just tryna stack till a n***a can’t see Or maybe break your back till the n***a can’t breathe