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Ight (feat. Lil Pump)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Ight (feat. Lil Pump) was released on August 31, 2018 by Epic/CMG as a part of the album Fu*k Everybody 2

Song Details

AlbumFu*k Everybody 2

Release DateAugust 31, 2018

LabelEpic/CMG

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM70

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Blac Youngsta

Vocals

Lil Pump

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Sammie Benson

Songwriter

Gazzy Garcia

Songwriter

Hayward Ivy

Songwriter

Brytavious Lakeith Chambers

Brytavious Lakeith Chambers

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Tay Keith

Producer

Rasta Rebelz

Recording Engineer

MikFly

Mixing Engineer

Larry Anthony

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Aw, yeah

We 'bout to fuck 'em up

****, right now

[Verse 2]

I ain't miss shit when I lost you

Know it cost a grip for a walkthrough

Shut up, lil' bitch, I taught you

Ho, you ain't shit when I knock you

Suck my stick when I rock you

Run up on me, I'ma pop you

You ain't even see when I spot you

Major labels, they'll block you

[Verse 3]

Ight (Bitch)

It's ight (Fuck ****)

It's ight (Lil' whore)

It's ight (Yeah)

I'm ight (I'm good)

They ight (We hood)

We ight (Bitch)

Ight (Gang)

[Verse 4]

I might hit the club, I might throw a bunch of ones (Ones)

You and your lil' ****, y'all some motherfuckin' boys (Boy)

When I'm in the city, I be in them fuckin' foreigns (Toy)

I can't shop with you 'cause I know your fuckin' source (Source)

[Verse 5]

You gotta rewind that beat back (Wind)

You gotta be fine, I'll beat that (Fine)

You gotta be mine if I eat that (Mine)

You gotta recline with the seat back

I'm a soldier like C-Murder (C-Murder)

I'ma have to bring Master P back (Uh)

Can't sell dope where you sleep at

Can't fuck hoes where you creep at

[Verse 6]

Lost in the hood, right where I be at (Everybody on that red alert)

Don't go to the store, that's where they deep at

(You know that their best owned shit)

Right there by that dope, that's where I keep that

(Then you're gonna lose my mind)

Big ole MAC-11, knock your feet back (Thoom, thoom, thoom)

[Verse 7]

Ight (Bitch)

It's ight (Fuck ****)

It's ight (Lil' whore)

It's ight (Yeah)

I'm ight (I'm good)

They ight (We hood)

We ight (Bitch)

Ight (Gang, gang)

[Verse 8]

I love ratchet hoes, bust it open on the floor

Stripper bitches at the door gave your mama Adderall (Whoa)

It's ight (Yeah)

Told that bitch, buy her own flight (Flight)

But she kept askin' for lines (Lines)

Told that bitch she look alright (Woo, woo)

[Verse 9]

I don't want you (Nope)

Only want your sister (Sister)

She got big titties and her booty gettin' thicker (Thicker)

I sip so much lean (Woo)

I think I'ma break my liver (Goddamn)

Every time I pop a molly, I start doin' sit-ups (Molly)

[Verse 10]

Okay (Chill)

I'm sippin' drink on a plane (Drink, drink)

I just made your wife give tongue to the gang (Gang, gang)

Ooh, I got my grip from Johnny Dang (Johnny)

Ooh, I just had a orgy last night in Ukraine (Um, yeah)

[Verse 11]

Ight (Bitch)

It's ight (Fuck ****)

It's ight (Lil' whore)

It's ight (Yeah)

I'm ight (I'm good)

They ight (We hood)

We ight (Bitch)

Ight

[Verse 12]

I dumped my old bitch (She so old)

I got a new bitch (She so new)

I get foolish, I get throat, I might use it (I get loose)

I'm on that shoot 'em up, bang, bang

Make the news shit (Channel 2)

I'm on that come through gang-bang, on your crew shit

Full fuck ****, you loose lips

I don't even think you'll shoot shit (Nope)

When you saw the op, you ain't do shit (Uh-uh)

I'ma go and cop brand new shit (Gang, gang)

You know, in my city, I'm what New York means to Biggie (New York)

You know, in my city, they be treatin' me like P. Diddy (Memphis)

[Verse 13]

Ight (Bitch)

It's ight (Fuck ****)

It's ight (Lil' whore)

It's ight (Yeah)

I'm ight (I'm good)

They ight (We hood)

We ight (Bitch)

Ight (Gang, gang)

Written by: Brytavious Chambers, Gazzy Garcia, Hayward Ivy, Sammie Benson

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