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(It's a Wayne beat) What up, Wayne? Yeah, you might hear a Scatpack or somethin' in the background 'Cause we outside with this sh*t, literally, ayy Don't turn the lights on, I got my ice on Don't turn the lights on, I got my ice on In the spot with a zip of dope 'til the hype's gone On the Eastside with a strap gettin' ice gone Don't turn the lights on, I got my ice on Don't turn the lights on, I got my ice on Ironic how my n***as sold a B off an iPhone You ain't gotta turn the lights on, I got my ice on Know my chains dancin' B*t*h, I got my ice on, why you starin' at me? Went to Gary, gave him twenty-five, we was both happy Ugly n***a, VVS's on, and my fro nappy Forty thousand on me, lookin' so chubby Got it hangin' out the pocket, torch on m?, n***a, don't grab it 550 coupe, it's a 4matic Five hundred for a lin? of Wock', I'm a dope addict You ain't gotta turn the lights on, I went to Golden Sun 392 Durango in the hood, this the only one Twenty racks cash, that's for Ca**, that's my only son Don't try to go to war with us, that lil' Draco your only gun Don't turn the lights on, I got my ice on Don't turn the lights on, I got my ice on In the spot with a zip of dope 'til the hype's gone On the Eastside with a strap gettin' ice gone Don't turn the lights on, I got my ice on Don't turn the lights on, I got my ice on Ironic how my n***as sold a B off an iPhone You ain't gotta turn the lights on, I got my ice on You ain't gotta turn the lights on 'cause I'm very icy Don't ask to hit my cup, this b*t*h very pricey When he got codeine in his system, that's when Jerry nicer Ten 'bows of cavities, I gotta meet Barry Friday He threw 'em from LA, I hut-hut, 42, Jerry Rice 'em N***as wonder what my chains cost, go ask Gary nicely Thirty pointers in the link got me skateboarding, Flint crisis Neck full of aqua, but I hate water Brodie sold me four ounces of Wock' for eight and a quarter Dope fiend, I been drinkin' lean since eight this morning Pockets stuffed, I'm never hungry, I ate this morning Baby Ghost pulled up on me 10 a.m. with two straps like I ate this morning Only made seven racks, I hate this morning Plus my lawyer called me with a court date, I might break this morning Cooked a zip of dope, took it to the fiend like, "Break this for me" So many up and downs when you rich, make me hate this money Aw sh*t, that's just my chains movin' 'round again Just got some old J's from 58, I'm finna move around with them I might pull up with an FN, shootin' out a fin We don't hate, but if you ridin' twenty-eights, we might shoot at your rims Don't think we finna ride around with K's, boy, I shoot at brims 'Nother hundred pounds of cavities, we flew that in Your b*t*h keep complaining 'bout her back 'cause I blew that in You ridin' 'round with a hundred hundreds, I been blew that ten Hit the corner in the Trackhawk, they like, "Who that is?" B*t*h, I ain't goin' back and forth with you, I used to shoot at kids Yeah, Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n***a I can't turn the f**kin' lights on 'cause I got my ice on That's disrespectful So if you see me in this b*t*h, don't turn the lights on, 'cause I got my ice on If the club close, don't turn the lights on, 'cause I got my ice on And you hear my chains talkin' in the back, n***a And I did this sh*t outside, man Ghetto Boyz sh*t, we run the world Goddamnit Thirty racks on me, goddamnit, in the hood In my pajamas, n***a ain't gon' touch me, you know what I'm sayin'? Free the whole ghetto, y'all know what the f**k goin' on We did this sh*t off the br? off the mic, n***a Off the mic, n***a, not the white, n***a We don't sell drugs, bro, we sell punchlines and bars I'm finna go sell an ounce of rap right now F**k is you talkin' 'bout?
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