Light Work

I was outside chilling with gang gang me and my bros

All of that talkin' won't fly by may day

Ready to go like we racing see an open shot I take it

We going back to back you went back to basics

I'm getting litty we turning it up, when we ride thru the city

Ain't no showing no pity we really just ball

Hella flows they can't fuck with me

I ride the beat man I'm cold as fuck check my rap sheet

Bitch I'm going up yeah it's going down I been glowing up, I fuck with the best (woo)

Double or nothing I run up a check and then reinvest

Putting more in my pockets I'm seeing racks, my shit be like paper I see it stack

Doing way better they always been jealous