Light It Up Lyrics

Set that bitch on fire light it up an watch it burn away

I been on my grind an I been thuggin since them early days

Tell my momma sorry I might not be coming home today

But I tell her that I love her catch me at them pearly gates

All I do is smoke on bubba rollin up exotic pack

Don't try to keep up wit my motion give ya self a heart attack

I ran me up a dub spent that shit an then I made it back

Won't trip about a fumble feel like Brady I'm the quarterback

Lil bitch tell me drop location tell her I ain't goin

Ya I flooded out my necklace got me feelin like it's snowin

Said I took that lil boy bitch an I swear I had her blowin

Said she love how I be swaggin an she love how I be flowin

If you can't take the heat do ya self a favor stay up out the kitchen

Movin like a zombie on that wocky I been codeine sippin

Momma tell me chill out wit that purple drank Im reminiscing

Need me a lil bad hoe wit a body so I'm goin fishin

Don't forget who started this shit know dat I'm still takin over

We been pushin super weight I need me that all white new rover

All my opps so broke n they on shit they be needin closure

Try to keep it cool if they want smoke say we ain't playin kosher

You ain't touched a honey bun can't get around my fuckin gang

Came up out the jungle ima demon really put in pain

Grab a bowl n make it disappear I feel like David Blaine

Ya man bitch wanna lick up ona rapper call me candy cane

This shit ain't for show I'll really teach you how to run it up

PUA been over said yall lil boys lookin dumb as fuck

If she got a big ole ass I fuck around n rubber up

She think we got relations said that lil bitch sounding dumb as fuck

(Yeh said that lil bitch sounding dumb as fuck)

(Think we got relations said that lil bitch sounding dumb as fuck)

(Then I fuck around and rubber up)

(She think we got relations)

(Yeh)

I got a question if you ain't talkin paper you can't get up in my section

We only speakin business come an get ya self a lesson

You needa hit that church all that snitchin n confessing

Can tell that I got money now she love the way I'm dressing

Switching up my whips like I be switchin up my clothes

You tell what you need can get you highs can get you lows

Since youngin been a problem I been dreamin bout that rolls

I know im finna get it I can feel it in my toes

Getting money fuckin bitches that's the only thing that goes

We ain't beefin wit no goofies we ain't beefin wit hoes

Made a promise to my mama ya I know im finna prosper

Turn his brain into some noodles turn his brain into some pasta

Burnt a hole up in my lungs I be chiefin like a rasta

I go hard up in that paint got me feelin like I'm flakka

An we tryna chalk em out ya that choppa it go Blakka

(BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH)

(Yeh we gon set that bitch on fire)

(Yeh watch it burn away)

(Yeh watch it burn away)