CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Lights Off
(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?
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?
