Lights Off (feat. Gunna & Lil Durk)

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Restaurant, I dine in, I want light sauce (light sauce) Twinklin', that's my diamonds, yeah, when the lights off (yeah) My third eye always watching these niggas fake and phony (phony) Grind hard, every one of my homies Gettin' an iced out Rollie (Iced out Rollie) Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor (odor) 'Fridgerator full of codeine (yeah) I pour deuces in my soda (soda) Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (yeah) They told me I wasn't gon' make it If you ain't grind hard (hard) Look at how far we made it (made it) I told 'em, they thought I was crazy Young Gunna been hot (too hot) I trapped in the spot, it got raided (raided) I custom the watch, two-tone The Prezi and Elliot made it (made it) The Cuban, it look like it's faded (faded) We can't do the minimum wages (nah) I'm a big dog, money tall like King Kong (King Kong) Heard them millions talk, went and bought me three phones Rockin' VLONE, told the ho, "leave me VLONE" (leave me VLONE) Higher than Cheech and Chong I don't care what you on, to each his own (to each his own) Had to find my space, I was just keepin' my mind straight (mind straight) Why these broke niggas hate? Actin' like they don't know crime pays (crime pays) I'm in a different mind state Runnin' to the M's in a fast pace (fast pace) We like to call it rat race Came out the hood and got good taste (good taste) Restaurant, I dine in, I want light sauce (light sauce) Twinklin', that's my diamonds, yeah, when the lights off (yeah) My third eye always watching these niggas fake and phony (phony) Grind hard, every one of my homies Gettin' an iced out Rollie (Iced out Rollie) Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor (odor) 'Fridgerator full of codeine (yeah) I pour deuces in my soda (soda) Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (look like Wockhardt, yeah) They told me I wasn't gon' make it If you ain't grind hard (hard) (yeah-yeah) Wake up in the morning Percocets for breakfast (Percocets for my breakfast) I wake up, she be blowin' me I'm blockin' all my ex'es (blockin' all my ex'es) Gettin' toppy on the E-way Man, I damn, near missed my exit (damn near missed my exit) I can give my bitches anything I get 'em all baguettes (yeah, yeah) He be tough for you, when he come around us, he be scary I'm a gangster, take care of my block, I'm like my daddy I ain't gon' lie, surrounded by some killers, I can't go live I ain't gon' lie, fightin' a murder with a public defendant, you better not try I need a trapper, bitch, I ain't tryna trap a bitch Runnin' her mouth and shit She get in her bag for Chanel She bought some sneakers I ain't even had to ask the bitch (yeah, yeah) Down bad broke 'round millionaires Never asked for shit It's fuck buddy, drug buddy That's my bitch, give her a half a ten Restaurant, I dine in, I want light sauce (light sauce) Twinklin', that's my diamonds, yeah, when the lights off (yeah) My third eye always watching these niggas fake and phony (phony) Grind hard, every one of my homies Gettin' an iced out Rollie (iced out Rollie) Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor (odor) 'Fridgerator full of codeine (yeah) I pour deuces in my soda (soda) Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (yeah) They told me I wasn't gon' make it If you ain't grind hard (hard) Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor (MWA Music) Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt