Lights Out

Lyrics

[Chorus] Robbin the trap in the back of my hood I take the plug out now biscotti my wood We having them sticks all in Glenwood This a hunnid band lick this a real jugg Run off with his stick he a real dub The fyes on me I can't go like no hoe I'm with all my bloods yelling rojo Im with some real locs and they 6-0 I make every nigga put respect on the 4 I still gotta watch my back cause niggas hoes If he wanna pop me he gone feel the draco Ima catch a body with my dad like ksoo Nigga pour the drank up in this dirty faygo Man I know that these niggas tellin yea fasho Cause I ride with them fuckin glizzys and they know They already know how the block go And won't even know when them shots blow We smokes us a opp and roll a fronto I get to many bitches Johnny bravo We gone pop at the opps and watch his body glow When that hoe suck my dick she snatch a nigga soul This straight out a kelly kief in the preroll And its already cold we dont sell out poles When the stick in my bag I got a heart of gold Had run my money up my fist in a bowl I hit me a lick in Gucci shell toes The police locked me up right on melrose We don't give a fuck put you in that hole And if you wanna spark some yeah we can roll Bitch I got fye so don't try to backdoor If I air this bitch out y'all gon have to get low This bitch hitting everybody where it go Tsunami hit his block them niggas got soaked That hoe made a poker face so she on go And I be with some solid niggas like OLO That nigga couldn't hang with us, if he had ropes Put me in the game I said to my coach They ain making no noise I'm tryna up the score ('board) When I hit from the back I make her get on all damn fours Man I ran that pussy nigga out the store Then put that boy dead face on galore And I think the yoppa gotta lions roar And we havin paper but we need some more Had a pop off a pussy nigga now im soar And we might lay yo face on the dashboard Hope I don't get no case I'm praying to my lord And will send a nigga to heaven That young nigga jump at the porch at 11 He smokin good dope and go blow if I let em I open my wallet the whole thing relish And we play these hoes around can never get jealous I take yo top off then I'm feelin like velly Don't get took off you better get ready Have a blood bath in the back of the deli When I was locked up you know gun in my celly I snuck in like 25 sticks through the telli Ain't stuntin that nigga he ate his spaghetti We gone fan yo ass down watch you fall like confetti I can't fuck on sucka bitches cause they petty And I might have a soft spot for the trap life P.O.G double glizzy this that glokk life This ain no tiger hunt but I want stripes Addys im poppin got me feelin right Got 30 milligram gone last for the night Ain talm bout no virgin that bit' got me tight I cut the hoes off with no knife Man I'm with some young niggas and they stripe Man get yo ass up we knocking out cho lights