Light Bill (feat. Meyhem Lauren)

Bust down Rolodex, fuck a ice grill

Flood another **** block off of Whitehill

Spin your block, hundred shots, that's a light drill

Plugged on a trillion watts, check my light bill

He thought he had a pint of Wock, bought some Nyquil

Flood another **** block off of Whitehill

Spin your block, hundred shots, that's a light drill

Plugged on a trillion watts, let's get it

Beat down a **** block, feel like Mike Will

Paid the highest ****, pull up with the right pill

Brodie tripped over some blues, and, like, five seals

Bring 'em through, shit, just make sure that them pints real

Pyrex in the bigs, spending up the heart

Me and Jack in the digs with three hundred large

Six hundreds R's and a half, you can Fetty Wap

Made in four quarters, had to hit 'em with the ready rock

Splash it with the cold water, that's a belly flop

Cracked the 'Rex, had to whip it in the jelly jar

Put the bricks in the trunk, then we trail the car

Tell girly, follow that cab, it got dope in it

I'm like Kobe with that eight, if it's Bo business

Cook a whole situation, twenty-four minutes

Chain heavy as my bag, quarter brick of glass

Quick to burn the turnpike with a brick and a half

Bust down Rolodex, fuck a ice grill

Flood another **** block off of Whitehill

Spin your block, hundred shots, that's a light drill

Plugged on a trillion watts, check my light bill

He thought he had a pint of Wock, bought some Nyquil

Flood another **** block off of Whitehill

Spin your block, hundred shots, that's a light drill

Plugged on a trillion watts, let's get it

Keep it a hundred like a tenth of a bird, that's my word

Restoration hardware in the crib, playin' the curb

Bought the furniture, who, what, when? I never heard of you

You're a soft ****, make-believin' you're a murderer

I'm a gangsta, pretend that I'm not one

But truth be told, y'all **** could still catch a hot one

I came up with criminals, killers, and krill-servers

Diamond covered bracelets crushed in the concealed burners

Everything I spit is facts, twenty years back

Me and Stacks was up in Uncle Jack's, eatin' off packs

Did it all from the LAX, to the axe, to the Beamers, to the Benz

Made a lot of money, lost a couple friends

But for the most part, I'm good with everybody I knew

Sometimes communication dwindles 'cause the way that we grew

That's just life shit, now we back on some gun and knife shit

Playin' defense 'cause predators be on the night shift, uh

Bust down Rolodex, fuck a ice grill

Flood another **** block off of Whitehill

Spin your block, hundred shots, that's a light drill

Plugged on a trillion watts, check my light bill

He thought he had a pint of Wock, bought some Nyquill

Flood another **** block off of Whitehill

Spin your block, hundred shots, that's a light drill

Plugged on a trillion watts, let's get it