JOLLYRANCHER LIGHTSABER Lyrics

Cruising down the city street

Two bad bitches one me in the backseat

Whole club jumping got them sweating like an athlete

Racing to the money you would think it was a track meet

New ice what's the price what's the flavor

Bright colors jolly rancher lightsaber

Want me to save her but I'm not a caped crusader

Tombstone choke slam undertaker

Aye lil shawty

Show me what you're working with

Get naughty

Then go drop it to a split

Call me Roddy

Cause I'll put you in a pipers pit

Ain't no fakes round here

You know we legit

One phone call

Now you on the wall

Alley oop troop

Pass me the ball

Gang got a band of niggas

Instruments coming with triggers

Larger than life figures

Screensaver my picture

She wanna be famous not leaving me brainless I feel like my soul has just come up

Leaving you chainless go buy you a stainless we moving the Sheamus til sun up

You niggas are nameless you know that I'm tame less I'm coming with flames when I roll up

You niggas are gain less them comments are painless so twiddle your fingers and troll up

Came from the curbside

Live and it's worldwide

View from the birds eye

Finished my third pie

Ain't no catching us

We so far

Y'all just like the bus serving people with no car

Cruising down the city street

Two bad bitches one me in the backseat

Whole club jumping got them sweating like an athlete

Racing to the money you would think it was a track meet

New ice what's the price what's the flavor

Bright colors jolly rancher lightsaber

Want me to save her but I'm not a caped crusader

Tombstone choke slam undertaker

(Hollup hollup what you doing bruh?)

Cruising down the city street

Two bad bitches one me in the backseat

Whole club jumping got them sweating like an athlete

Racing to the money you would think it was a track meet

New ice what's the price what's the flavor

Bright colors jolly rancher lightsaber

Want me to save her but I'm not a caped crusader

Tombstone choke slam undertaker

Tell me what you into

So many women in this club but girl I picked you

Bartender pour another a glass to block the issue

These bitches lame when spittin game that clout gon kill you

High stakes high class number one with no pass breaking glass I'm talking ceilings put a whooping on that ass

Superstar R rated on the edge I spear the basics dodging thotties like the matrix stealing styles I see the traces