Lime Light

Lyrics

[Intro: StanWill] Hit him with— If I catch him, I'ma hit him with that fye fye (Hit him with the move, David) If I catch him, I'm gon' him with that fye fye If I catch him, bet I hit him with that— huh, huh (You're not makin' this easy, Kyle) [Chorus: StanWill] If I catch him, I'm gon' him with that fye fye I'm uppin' AR when I slide to make him cha-cha I just blew two hundred on some pasta I just threw a four up in my soda like I drop fives [Verse 1: StanWill] She think I give a fuck, she keep on sayin' she gon' leave me How I'm stuntin', probably make this shit look easy Shit was bad, now I'm good, boy, the pockets built like Peezy If I told you what I made today, you wouldn't believe me Blew me like a candle 'cause I'm icy like a piece of cake He ain't bought no tickets to a concert, but he seen a Drac' French kissing with my coffee cup, we doin' PDA I've been runnin' that shit up for years, still don't need a break [Verse 2: NASAAN] The lil' K a classic, take care of me, I need the Drac' Detroit shit so ghetto, snuck my fire through the TSA Lil' bitch so annoyin', wanna argue every single day She caught me tryna make up, okay, cool, I'm 'bout to beat her face Beat the pussy, PETA case, I wrap it up like Jesus day These big-ass VS diamonds in my bezel, can't even see the face My dog pull up Cybertruck like fuck it, throw the key away When you make this much, you get escorted when you leave the bank And my bitch ghetto, Peezy, her skin color Reese's I never fuck with none of my niggas' bitches, that's too easy A nigga try to hold me and my brothers, gotta see me We fuck around, drop an M on doggy brother like Luigi [Verse 3: StanWill] With all this VS water on me, I look like a squeegee I raced off on the troopers, they can't flick me with these deezies Like baby, I ain't cheat, I got my dick sucked by lil' Phoebe I caught him in the winter, bullets rip right through his 'Cleezy Hutchy like police or somethin', they keep tryna freeze me Fuck this limelight, I still'll up my lemon squeezie Your bitch want my fuckin' sack, I call her Kuechly Nigga, what you make a year, I blow it weekly [Verse 4: NASAAN] What a nigga makin' in a year I spend on jewelry My bitch bad as hell, ain't got no class, this shit truancy I'm bored as hell, playin' a game of checkers on my Louis brief Hoes walkin' up, "Are you NASAAN?", bitch, you know it's me Kel-Tec, I fold it, he gon' cry for you like Jodeci My bitch doin' lines, but they smooth, she doin' poetry Diamonds on me dancin' to the left, they hit they shoulder lean My dog pourin' Quagen up, he mix it with the soda cream [Outro: StanWill] If I catch him, I'm gon' him with that fye fye I'm uppin' AR when I slide to make him cha-cha I just blew two hundred on some pasta I just threw a four up in my soda like I drop fives