Its those White Lighters, can't trust them at all [?] [Hook: Zay Rondon] I walk around with white lighters like b**h I wanna die [?] like I'll catch a homicide Watch your mouth, yo, I'm the quiet guy And I don't forget a thing, no I don't trust your lies [Verse 1: Zay Rondon] You're getting too hyped you need to shut up and vibe But I'm gonna chill for a while, maybe come back tonight If she comes back with me, I'll make her cum fast tonight Should've worried about your daughter, she'll be back by nine 'Cause the rest of the night I ain't got sh** to do To be honest it can never be just me and you I'm selfish, I ain't sh**, but still smelly Your level headed stressing, but your hoe had to address me Call me ranch 'cause I be dressing Cash 'cause I get it High roller, bet it all, like I really got a d**h wish Low life, [?] Getting friends on my b**hes, but still get your throat piped Now I transition to a [?] hood, it's all good No matter where I go, I still float all hood And I put so [?] [?], b**h! [Hook] [Outro] White Lighters White Lighters White Lighters White Lighters, (f** them b**hes up!) White Lighters White Lighters White Lighters White Lighters White Lighters White Lighters White Lighters White Lighters White Lighters White Lighters White Lighters White Lighters, (What what what!)