Songteksten

Southside on the track, yeah Free all my lil' homies, they was goin' insane (woo-hoo) Couple of new niggas tryna join the gang (woo-hoo) Told me he a stepper and he tryna hang (woo-hoo) I did not believe him 'til I seen him bang (woo-hoo) Creepin' down the street, I'm poppin' out a pane (brrt) The homie died, can't let his name go out in vain (woo-hoo) Pussy ain't no Blood, he never seen a flame (woo-hoo) Tweakin' out, I feel that Molly throbbin' in my veins Uh-hmm-hmm-hmm (okay), hmm (psh), hmm (psh) Hmm, hmm (okay), hmm (psh, psh) My baby a real geeker, my baby a- (what?) Huh, my baby, a real geeker (huh, yeah) Baby off a 60 (Perky), lookin' pissy (yeah) I don't drink no Trisy (what?), shit get tricky (brrt) Mm, caught them boys in person, shit got sticky Fuckin' up a sack on that pussy (damn) Yeah, yeah (psh, go), yeah, yeah (psh) Yeah, yeah, gimme the light (go) Gimme the light (what?), gimme the light (what?) Gimme that, uh (yeah) I'm in the back of the Benz, I'm in the back with twins (yeah) Bendin' the back on Wock', never been sippin' on gin (okay) I put diamonds in my mouth when I grin You ain't gon' get back, pussy, take it on the chin (yeah) Gimme the light (yeah, okay), gimme the light (yeah, phew) Gimme the light (hm, okay), gimme the light Gimme the light (hm, yeah), gimme that Yeah
Writer(s): Alec Michael Tolkin, Joshua D. Goldenberg, Joshua Luellen, Max Lord, Miles Parks Mccollum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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