light this bitch up

ayy

r.i.p. my nigga luke

man

usually niggas make a sad song when they lose somebody

i'ma turn up for you

you know courville

it ain't too far from whittier

you feel me?

free them boys

yeah

ayy

coupes for the summer

nine hundred for the runners

catch a bitch stealin' plays

i'ma punt her

yeah

my niggas back

bitch

i'm still into frontin'

yeah

my youngins strapped

throw a couple in her bundle

ain't no hoes gettin' spared

golden sun for the kit

all the polos came from meds

i got brothers in the feds

i got niggas doin' life

sent a couple down in houston

joe

but they ain't movin' pints

thirty-five a pound of ice

nigga

light this bitch up

heard a nigga hatin' on me

i'll wipe his bitch buffs

pay that ho to suck dick

bro

don't like how she fuck

if she ain't switchin'

i ain't with it

heard he snitchin'

but he ain't livin'

that's on my nigga

yeah

the prices goin' up on the features

if she ain't suckin' dick

baby

i'm gone

but nice to meet you

bitch

the whole team ballin'

used to sit inside the bleachers

they kicked me out of school

i was tryna serve the teachers

we'll light this bitch up

i'll light this bitch up

we'll light this bitch up

i'll light this bitch up

we'll light this bitch up

i'll light this bitch up

we'll light this bitch up

i'll light this bitch up

i'll light this bitch up like it's christmas time

had a couple million dollars 'fore i spit a rhyme

had a couple rollies blown 'fore they knew the time

i just put it on a bag

i don't know the time

bitch

you must like when you struggle

the prices goin' up

shit

i like it when i double

if you trickin'

we can juggle on the prices for the summer

imagine flying coach

bitch

you used to be a stuffer

left wrist is froze up

all white

my rose buffs

they can't control us

big benz and rolls trucks

huh

spend a million on a crib

if a nigga talk crazy

we gon' pop up where he live

yeah

the prices goin' up on the features

if she ain't suckin' dick

baby

i'm gone

but nice to meet you

bitch

the whole team ballin'

used to sit inside the bleachers

they kicked me out of school

i was tryna serve the teachers

we'll light this bitch up

i'll light this bitch up

we'll light this bitch up

i'll light this bitch up

we'll light this bitch up

i'll light this bitch up

we'll light this bitch up

i'll light this bitch up

longsleeves for the winter

eleven hundred just on dinner

you gon' cuff?

i'ma spin her

tell her fuck one of my niggas

we don't trust none of these bitches

put my trust inside this pistol

we gon' bust one of you niggas

ayy

ain't gotta wait

you know we got the cake

i get one-twenty every day

my plug named dr. dre

bitch

you can hear a pin drop when i cop the k

i'm sendin' niggas to the stars

and i ain't got a wraith

but this benz got two seats and it ain't got no plates

they both friends

they two freaks

and they ain't got no waist

don't do xans

off two p's

i think i'm outer space

rockin' chanel

that's two c's

we rollin' anyway

yeah

the prices goin' up on the features

if she ain't suckin' dick

baby

i'm gone

but nice to meet you

bitch

the whole team ballin'

used to sit inside the bleachers

they kicked me out of school

i was tryna serve the teachers

we'll light this bitch up

i'll light this bitch up

we'll light this bitch up

i'll light this bitch up

we'll light this bitch up

i'll light this bitch up

we'll light this bitch up

i'll light this bitch up