Light It Up! Lyrics

I tell like this, this shit so crazy

Fast car, switching lanes

Nascar, you a lame

All these niggas tryna flow the same

But they missing nigga they ain't got no aim

Got a Curry clip in a dirty stick and we shooting shit just like Dame

Hundred bands that's pocket change

Hundred bands imma make it rain

Hold on I'm fucking this bitch her name Jenny

Pick how you want it the fully or semi

I got designer that Gucci and Fendi

I drip out my biddie she lookin real pretty

Bitch I might sip on the wock or the tris

Stack up my cash then I flood out my wrist

I gotta roll a blunt to feel some more gotta fill my cup so pour some more

Light it up, light it up, light it up, yea

Light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up

I tell her roll up a blunt and then light it up

I wanna fuck on that bitch cause she tatted up

That hoe a city girl yea she be acting up

Stacking the racks in the back of the Bentley truck

What, what, huh, what

Copped me a blicky it came with a dot

Me and my biddie gone slide on the opps

I'm not gone listen I do what I want

Fuck all these labels they scamming these niggas

Ain't signing no deal unless they give a lot

Bitch you know I ain't gone stop, i'm finna pop

Run that shit straight to the top

Yuh, shit getting wicked, ok lets kick it

Ok lets get it, ok lets whip it

Light up the blunt and I start getting visions

Counting these racks like a mathematicain

Boy you a bitch, boy you a snitch

I popped a perky that shit made me glitch

I had to go and get me a new bad bitch

I make her wet with the flick of my wrist

Young nigga ball like the NBA

Hit em with a axe I ain't talking bout no body spray

Choppa make em dance like a nigga doing ballet

Saw em at the red light shank em in the alleyway

Mexican biddie I make her say andele

Don't give a fuck what a bitch nigga gotta say

Fuck all that cappin I don't gotta compensate

They get to running when they hear the chop spray

One, two, one two three, shit lets go

Light it up, light it up, light it up, yea

Light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up

I tell her roll up a blunt and then light it up

I wanna fuck on that bitch cause she tatted up

That hoe a city girl yea she be acting up

Stacking the racks in the back of the Bentley truck

What, what, huh, what

Copped me a blicky it came with a dot

Me and my biddie gone slide on the opps

I'm not gone listen I do what I want

Fuck all these labels they scamming these niggas

Ain't signing no deal unless they give a lot

Bitch you know I ain't gone stop, i'm finna pop

Run that shit straight to the top