Lights Out

Stunna shades on Gettin geechi smoove stepping wit my jays on (Talk to em N) This st rock cause my wave on It's the bishop making bs get they praise on Hoe say hallelu ima bless ya for the days gone Make it hot strut the block and cut your waze on Navigator stealth I maneuver like I'm Frank White Louis Belt mackin hoes up on the late night Chuch is on the move ima say what's up to Don Juan In the kitchen Whippin pimpin like it's won ton Plus I get 3 celly's hit my lines up This one's for you hating ass ns get your dimes up (What you saying n) Lights out, Lights out Iced out, Iced out Mics out we gon bring them bands in Lights out, Lights out Iced out, Iced out Mic's out We gon get these damn wins Lights out, Lights out Iced out, Iced out Mics out we gon bring them bands in Lights out, Lights out Iced out, Iced out Mic's out We gon get these damn wins Summertime fresh Mackin early in the morning what's the time check I got bitches gettin busy before the dawn break Steak and eggs whippin st up before the don wake Comma tally hoe Have my money by that pay phone Do the dash middle finger cross the state zone I'm sippin Pinot I got this shit on mad lock Sliding wit 3 hoes organic ain't no a shots