Tag: LA

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho, freaky ho
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate (Boss)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Freaky nigga so I fuck her in her mouth
Fuck her in the ass, then I’m fucking out
Fatboy a baller, yeah they know what’s up
Diamonds in her pussy when I fingerfuck
Rich niggas get a pass when we nut fast
Now the pussy be good with yo’ bum ass
Fucking all night, freaky bitch’ll jump off the shelf
She ask me to choke her, I keep my hands to myself
We fuck on the flo’, I’m rolling up dough
I lean to the side, she loving the stroke
Better and badder, she got wetter and wetter
Then she fucked all my niggas and I will never forget her

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (mhm)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (you know it)
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho (freaky ho)
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho (freaky ho)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (yeah)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (aye)
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho (aye)
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho, freaky ho
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
She do something strange for a piece of change
Swallow the whole thang and she don’t complain
I met her in the sto’, I was high and had the munchies
Shawty slid a whole banana down her throat like a monkey
Had to take her to the spot, and that ass like a donkey
You know dope dick turn a broke bitch into a junkie
You know dope dick turn a rich bitch into a fiend
Had to leave that bitch alone, she was drinking all my lean
Dripping lipstick slob on my $1000 jeans
I ain’t know she was this nasty, she not even gagging
Go and pop a molly, pop a perc, pop a xan
Then give me blue tooth, that’s that head with no hands

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (aye)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (what?)
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho (can’t hear ya)
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho (can’t hear ya)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (can’t hear ya)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (what?)
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho (say what?)
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho (tell ’em)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate (tell ’em)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate (tell ’em)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate (tell ’em)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate

[Verse 3: Too $hort]
I fucked your main bitch and who she hang with
They call me Too $hort, fuck you fucking name bitch
Bad bitches like you, I just be freaking ’em
I hit it once or twice, then we never speak again
You remind me of a bitch I met years ago
You either look like your mama or you been it befo’
You got a Georgia Peach ass with a Miami face
LA swag with New York taste
Me and Luke we used to fuck ’em after shows
Now me and Rozay we fucking all the hoes
In the 3-o-5, where the bitches say “pay me”
And KOD, orange Tootsies going crazy
Yeah I fuck with Katie all the way to East Oakland
And when you with a boss mayne, you know we smoking
I’m looking for a bitch, that love to tell
Now pop that pussy girl and scrub the ground

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho, freaky ho
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Nigga out here tryna dodge a life sentence
Nigga out here tryna dodge all these bullets
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Ya get it?

[Verse 1: Jose Guapo]
Ferragamo on my garments that’s just how I’m livin’
In these streets it ain’t safe, I’m out here dodgin’ bullets
Nigga prayin’ am I down (?)
I had to pop a perc just to stay alert
I can’t fuck with none of these niggas cause these niggas shiesty
Nigga plottin’ on the (?) gang, we shootin’ ice
Yeah I’m swervin’ in the foreign that without no licences
I’m with Yachty mix that soda like we fuckin’ vikings
We in LA on some shit that we ain’t ever trap
I’m higher than a motherfucka and I ain’t gotta lie
I might put your hoe on molly and she might just cry
Flyer than a motherfucka, never wore a tie

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Nigga out here tryna dodge a life sentence
Nigga out here tryna dodge all these bullets
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Ya get it?

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I don’t fuck with niggas cause these niggas shiesty
I don’t fuck with bitches cause these bitches pricey
If I was you, I’d be just like you, I wouldn’t like me
Stuntin’ soo damn hard make a pussy nigga wanna fight me, whoa
Guapo and Boat, stay heavy float
Keep every bitch on a scope, if he ain’t know, now he know, yeah
I ain’t talkin’ no disrespect from no nigga not a hoe nigga
Some of my niggas might shoot you out shit, that’s how it goes nigga
I stay on my own, meet not a nigga, I keep it alone
These niggas some clones, broke ass nigga keepin’ with the joans
Don’t call my phone, if you ain’t talkin’ money, speak after the tone
Top dog Al Capone, real diamond stones, oooh

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Nigga out here tryna dodge a life sentence
Nigga out here tryna dodge all these bullets
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Ya get it?

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Nigga out here tryna dodge a life sentence
Nigga out here tryna dodge all these bullets
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Ya get it?

[Verse 1: Jose Guapo]
Ferragamo on my garments that’s just how I’m livin’
In these streets it ain’t safe, I’m out here dodgin’ bullets
Nigga prayin’ am I down (?)
I had to pop a perc just to stay alert
I can’t fuck with none of these niggas cause these niggas shiesty
Nigga plottin’ on the (?) gang, we shootin’ ice
Yeah I’m swervin’ in the foreign that without no licences
I’m with Yachty mix that soda like we fuckin’ vikings
We in LA on some shit that we ain’t ever trap
I’m higher than a motherfucka and I ain’t gotta lie
I might put your hoe on molly and she might just cry
Flyer than a motherfucka, never wore a tie

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Nigga out here tryna dodge a life sentence
Nigga out here tryna dodge all these bullets
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Ya get it?

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I don’t fuck with niggas cause these niggas shiesty
I don’t fuck with bitches cause these bitches pricey
If I was you, I’d be just like you, I wouldn’t like me
Stuntin’ soo damn hard make a pussy nigga wanna fight me, whoa
Guapo and Boat, stay heavy float
Keep every bitch on a scope, if he ain’t know, now he know, yeah
I ain’t talkin’ no disrespect from no nigga not a hoe nigga
Some of my niggas might shoot you out shit, that’s how it goes nigga
I stay on my own, meet not a nigga, I keep it alone
These niggas some clones, broke ass nigga keepin’ with the joans
Don’t call my phone, if you ain’t talkin’ money, speak after the tone
Top dog Al Capone, real diamond stones, oooh

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Nigga out here tryna dodge a life sentence
Nigga out here tryna dodge all these bullets
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Ya get it?

[Verse 1]
I took a pill in Ibiza
To show Avicii I was cool
And when I finally got sober, felt 10 years older
But fuck it, it was something to do
I’m living out in LA
I drive a sports car just to prove
I’m a real big baller cause I made a million dollars
And I spend it on girls and shoes

[Chorus]
But you don’t wanna be high like me
Never really knowing why like me
You don’t ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone
You don’t wanna ride the bus like this
Never knowing who to trust like this
You don’t wanna be stuck up on that stage singing
Stuck up on that stage singing
All I know are sad songs, sad songs
Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs
I-I know are sad songs
I-I know are sad songs
I-I know are sad songs
I-I know are sad songs

[Verse 2]
I’m just a singer who already blew his shot
I get along with old timers
Cause my name’s a reminder of a pop song people forgot
And I can’t keep a girl, no
Cause as soon as the sun comes up
I cut ’em all loose and work’s my excuse
But the truth is I can’t open up

[Chorus]
But you don’t wanna be high like me
Never really knowing why like me
You don’t ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone
You don’t wanna ride the bus like this
Never knowing who to trust like this
You don’t wanna be stuck up on that stage singing
Stuck up on that stage singing
All I know are sad songs, sad songs
Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs

I-I know are sad songs
I-I know are sad songs
Sad songs
I-I know are sad songs
Sad songs
I-I know are sad songs

[Verse 1]
I took a pill in Ibiza
To show Avicii I was cool
And when I finally got sober, felt 10 years older
But fuck it, it was something to do
I’m living out in LA
I drive a sports car just to prove
I’m a real big baller cause I made a million dollars
And I spend it on girls and shoes

[Chorus]
But you don’t wanna be high like me
Never really knowing why like me
You don’t ever wanna step off that roller coaster
And be all alone
You don’t wanna ride the bus like this
Never knowing who to trust like this
You don’t wanna be stuck up on that stage singing
Stuck up on that stage singing
All I know are sad songs, sad songs
Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs
[Verse 2]
I’m just a singer who already blew his shot
I get along with old timers
Cause my name’s a reminder of a pop song people forgot
And I can’t keep a girl, no
Cause as soon as the sun comes up
I cut ’em all loose and work’s my excuse
But the truth is I can’t open up

[Chorus]
Now you don’t wanna be high like me
Never really knowing why like me
You don’t ever wanna step off that roller coaster
And be all alone
You don’t wanna ride the bus like this
Never knowing who to trust like this
You don’t wanna be stuck up on that stage singing
Stuck up on that stage singing
All I know are sad songs, sad songs
Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs

[Verse 3]
I took a plane to my home town
I brought my pride and my guitar
All my friends are all gone but there’s manicured lawns
And the people still think I’m a star
I walked around downtown
I met some fans on Lafayette
They said tell us how to make it cause we’re getting real impatient
So I looked ’em in the eye and said

[Chorus]
You don’t wanna be high like me
Never really knowing why like me
You don’t ever wanna step off that roller coaster
And be all alone
You don’t wanna ride the bus like this
Never knowing who to trust like this
You don’t wanna be stuck up on that stage singing
Stuck up on that stage singing
All I know are sad songs, sad songs
Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs

My boys play no games
Keep must, need no aim
Lil Durk need no fame
Pints in, need codeine
2K for these Balmains
2K cause we ballin’
Bad bitch keep callin’
Poker face, we all in
Blockbuster, we pop up
Pussy boys ain’t old enough
Keep your gun, we pop up
Don’t try us, we glocked up
Homicide, I ain’t seen none’
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
See us, them boys can’t be us
Tweakers, why they be wifing eaters
E-Way, smoking, choking, coughing
Rollin’ up on that Keisha
Guns down, man I can’t leave ’em
Make sure that he don’t see us
Run off on me, I guarantee my boys’ll be to see him
64 hundred normal
Trap house be doin’ numbers
Hundred just don’t be stunting
You might make it through the summer
You ain’t eat cause you thuggin’
Two two three shells like suckers
She say she cannot fuck off a xanny, she need a oven
Arrogant motherfucker
Runnin’ off from the bubble
Felonies, I got double
See me, they know it’s trouble
Shootin’ shit, ain’t no scuffle
Vernie, that boy the muscle
I be sippin’ Actavis while them boys be sippin’ ‘Test
My boys play no games
Keep must, need no aim
Lil Durk need no fame
Pints in, need codeine
2K for these Balmains
2K cause we ballin’
Bad bitch keep callin’
Poker face, we all in
Blockbuster, we pop up
Pussy boys ain’t old enough
Keep your gun, we pop up
Don’t try us, we glocked up
Homicide, I ain’t seen none’
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
Rob who?
Just go and get a job cool
I’m three-double-O, that’s my tool
You snatch this chain out in LA, this chopper gon’ chop you
My bitch ass is A1, in love with her top too
Lil Buku will drop you
Leave your ass wet up, this chain I got is wet up
Don’t trust no hoes, they set up
It’s Louis V all over me, I swear I’m in a chess club
Streets gon’ miss Bankroll, for him I keep a bankroll
Hate skank hoes, and I never wear the same clothes
Designer, ain’t it ain’t too hard to find us
Got killers off in Atlanta, and I cop drink from the mana
Excuse, I ain’t got no manners
Excuse, I ain’t got no manners
My boys play no games
Keep must, need no aim
Lil Durk need no fame
Pints in, need codeine
2K for these Balmains
2K cause we ballin’
Bad bitch keep callin’
Poker face, we all in
Blockbuster, we pop up
Pussy boys ain’t old enough
Keep your gun, we pop up
Don’t try us, we glocked up
Homicide, I ain’t seen none’
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug

[Hook]
You got the juice now baby, you got the juice
You got the juice now baby, you got the, you got the juice
You got the juice now baby, you got the

[Verse 1]
It been 10 years since you heard from niggas on the west side
Now we on the cover of the Vibe
A nigga shot me five times
I’m happy to be alive
And my mama told me
(You got the juice now baby)
My first album went 5 times plat
Looking for California, it was on my back
I was 23 when I had my first kid
And his mama told him when he came out
(You got the juice)
Like father, like son, uh
Top down, Mercedes throttle
Wrist looking like a nigga just played the lotto
I am to Compton what Ye is to Pablo
Run up on the car, just spray with hollows
I grew up in the six-trey Impala
Ain’t make the league but I made the dollars
Recording my demo, knew Dre will follow
Remember Eve told me
[Hook]
You got the juice now baby, you got the juice
You got the juice now baby, you got the juice
You got the, you got the, you got the juice now baby

[Verse 2]
Left the Unit and the world went cray
I blame it on the California mind state
Too much weed, weather, women, chronic seeds, ass, titties
Can a nigga pour his Henny
Without niggas acting fake in his motherfucking face one time
‘Fore I pull the .40 up out the waist line
I’m the first Compton nigga Dr. Dre signed
And Mary J told me at baseline
(You got the juice now baby)
Then my second album went plat too
And it was thug life with this Eazy tattoo
But I never forgot where I came from
Or where I got my name from
My grandma told me
(You got the juice now baby)
And here’s something I can’t forget
My mama brought a nigga up on that LA gangster shit
Your boy ain’t never gonna change mama
Here’s some change mama and a Range mama
She looked back and said

[Hook]
You got the juice now baby, you got the juice
You got the juice now baby, you got the juice
You got the, you got the, you got the juice now baby
You got the, you got the, you got the juice now baby

[Outro]
So much pressure applied
All this pressure applied
Pray, this pressure applied to our lives
Feels like we gon’ bust, feels like we gon’ bust
Over gestures you die
Ain’t no question that I’m tryna make it out alive
But sometimes
Feels like I’m gon’ bust, feels like I’m gon’ bust
Feels like I’m gon’ bust, yeah, feels like I’m gon’ bust, oh
So much pressure applied
All this pressure, I’m fly
Greatest pressure, applied to our lives
We gon’ bust, gon’ bust

[Verse 1]
I came in with my level up
Watch them bitches kept that 4 page level up
Feeling like MJ with the glitter glove
Pimp slap a nigga wit a misses in the buff
Same city, I’m an LA citizen
With the bad bitches and that sticky-icky cinnabon
All I’m rollin’, they follow Mozes
You got the wave, I split the ocean
Smell the roses, pop the rosé with my potion
Baby chill, take a pill here’s a dosage
She just want a picture for the poster
And I’m posing like I’m praying at the photo doesn’t focus
Yeah, yeah, Dita frames, kill the glass
Say you shine, I don’t see it
Keep tryin’, no design like me though
Know that I’m the coolest nigga since Sub-Zero
I just need a..

[Hook]
Pool full of money, I’ma dive in it
I’m just tryna eat, no diet in it
Get her wet, then I dive in it
Pussy so good, I would die in it

[Verse 2]
All black widow maker
And a trunk in the back like a Winnebago
Wake up in the mornin’ and I lie in it
Turn around and I hit it like a lineman
Do the Heisman, all up in your hymen
Sippin’ on Tequilla sun rise with the lime in
I’m gettin’ high, but it’s lowerin’ my eye lids
Still see you niggas, I don’t know just what the hype is
Say you run the game, look more like a stroller, troller
What you gon’ do, what you doin’
Me and my dogs through the door like some Doberman
Stay inside your lane like bowling, you bogus
I need my way, young Carlito
This feelin’ Al Pacino in Moschino
And the marina my Emmy: Iggy Marino
Look how we pass the reefer
I just need a…

[Hook]
Pool full of money, I’ma dive in it
I’m just tryna eat, no diet in it
Get her wet, then I dive in it
Pussy so good, I would die in it

[Outro]
Okay, yeah, it’s Kid Ink
Aw yeah, aw yeah
Aw yeah, aw yeah
Aw yeah, aw yeah
I see them lookin’ through my side eye
They just sittin’ on the sideline
I stand up and throw my sign at them
Alumni I’ma die with them

[Intro]
Ay, I’m back on that ’07 shit, ya hear me
I think I’m the only nigga that can turn ops to fans, ya hear me
Free 9

[Verse]
Me and Nuski swagged up in grad school
Remember when the homicide grabbed you
Boogieman had trap like a drive thru
The coke is goin’ quick like it’s fast food
Booka told me D-rose lost his 9-1
Appeal money for them killas when that time come
Sneak dissin’ wit these goofys, niggas dyin’ for ’em
One call I’ll make my TV it’ll slide up
I press 1JB ’cause Zoo was callin’
I press 7 ’cause these goofys callin’ (Lets get It)
I fucked yo bitch and took her Louie shopping (Ain’t Nun)
Fucked yo bitch and took her Louie shopping
I beat my case I keep my pistol on me (Lets Get It ! Ls)
This nigga ‘pose to been my man but he was snitchin’ on me
And everytime he came around I was grippin on it
Like fuck yo life I won’t think twice and I’ll blink you homie
We turn your address to a bitchuary
I just took couple of yo homies to a cemetery (Lets get It)
And you know we did it you ain’t did none (Bitch)
DD in the jam and he ain’t said nothin’
Can’t name a fucking nigga that I ran from
Just made 60 thousand off a Samsung
Just put a couple bodies on my damn gun
And we carry draco’s like they hand guns
Bitches wanna glo wanna be famous
Cummed inside her mouth I make her taste dick (Eater)
Them skinny bitches whine I make em take dick
Might fuck her in the butt so she can stay thick
I lost my niggas to this shit that’s why I’m solo homie gang)
Uptown Miami hood and I was dolo homie
The streets will pull you back and forth like yo-yo homie
Like we ain’t kill your mans and I don’t know your homie
I can hear Nuski calling
I can hear Yuyu calling (Chino)
I can hear LA calling
Yea I can hear Pluto calling
I can hear Irish calling
I can hear J Money calling
And I can hear O calling
Yea I can hear Mo calling
I was staying in Chicago cause I had to (Lets Get It! Ls)
Probation for my pistol it was bad news
All these niggas tried to diss me cause they had to (Gang)
Even if I was with my kids, know I had to
I got better fans I got better thoughts
Like shout out to them killas who was never caught
Niggas screaming gang gang yea they hella soft
I seen that shit happened thats a gimmick nigga (Fraud)
A hunnid for my jewelry for my image nigga (Lets get It)
In the field with my killas playing scrimmage nigga
That Timmy Turner won’t none to my Timmy nigga
Tim-Tim gave a fifty in the city nigga
Nigga off Tremain I used to hang wit (Bitch)
Now they want me dead on some fame shit (Bitch)
Or they want some people thats the same shit
And they call them people that’s the same shit (Gang!)

(Intro)
Uh, uhm, uhm
Yeah

(Verse 1 – Goldlink)
Had to go to LA for the winter
Had to vibe out, Just caught a tour to the
Real ni**a talk slick to ya
Told ya bring your girlfriend, tell her take her friends too
Telling Hollywood kinda weird
You don’t really like it but you gotta play the
Yeah met ya last June
By next June we will…and f**k now
Fell in love at the wrong time
Spent a night at my high rise
Or hit me late on my hotline
Telling me you miss my homies and your mama cry
Late night you’re my boo thing, yeah
You’re my…with the blue thing, yeah
All praise to the most high leader
Dipped off in the heels

(Chorus – April George)
Girl you’re gone now
And oh baby
Don’t call me, don’t call me no more
Girl you’re gone now
And oh baby
Don’t call me, don’t call me no more

(Verse 2 – Goldlink)
Went back to the homeland
Had to tell the ni**as what I did in your hometown
Everybody know we probably woulda made it last
But there you go, started tripping never hit me back
Real ni**a went back to the pimping
Started getting groovy with the women I was hitting
Got a gold chain and a nose ring
And a new watch, no tick but I always been a thug
Black boy with a black fade, yeah
Got that when you did things
You was f**king and you did dirt too
We was talking but you never hit my phone booth
Moved up and I feel good s**t
Roll palm trees and I made a hand for ya
Billboards around the city with your face on it
But they ain’t never really know what you been through
Stay dancing where the hoes at, huh?
Why your homies gotta go down, huh?
I ain’t trip when I see you…dance at a show back in Feb
You trip but we don’t talk much
Girl you got me f**ked up
Real ni**a gotta get it when he f**ked up
Fake ni**as like a new man
Just a little side joint
Always been a side joint
Alright joint

(Repeat Chorus 2X)

(Chorus)
Lights out, hit the switch when ain’t nobody looking
I ain’t tripping, that’s just how you took it
Getting high, that help my aggravations
This elevation feel so damn amazing
Young ni**a hang out the broads
Know that you hear when it’s on
We made it out this far
The way I been acting, I’m sorry
Young ni**a hang out the waters
Young ni**a hang out the run
Hit the switch
And then I’m blacking out

(Verse 1)
I might black out
I got that power packed in here like pack out
Got through security without no pat down
I tip 100 and then I tilt my head down
You see me, you should know who I got in the background
If they run it up, I just took my lap round
I just took my first one, but it’s not my last one
She told me to pass one, alley oop it, and one
I know just what you want
From that dress that you want
AC got you cold
And Hennessy get you on
Some of you ni**as ain’t high for the summer
Rest of the year, you out of discussion
My money talking, I’m up for discussing
She love when I thump it, I thump it, I thump it, I thump it
I put the key in ignition
You hear that bi**h humming
I hit the corner and pull up
You ain’t seen it coming

(Chorus)
Lights out, hit the switch when ain’t nobody looking
I ain’t tripping, that’s just how you took it
Getting high, that help my aggravations
This elevation feel so damn amazing
Young ni**a hang out the broads
Know that you hear when it’s on
We made it out this far
The way I been acting, I’m sorry
Hit the switch
And then I’m blacking out

(Verse 2)
We blacking out
Know we in the building and it’s packing out
All them old hoes give me action now
Hit it from the back until the track is out
I know where I’m going , you ain’t gotta map it out
Sitting on top of the hills, made it out the south
Central of LA, murder was the case
I got up out the hood, without a beat from Dre
No cosign and no verse from Snoop
Eminem ain’t here, treat all my ni**as like groupies
We beat the odds and I’m living proof
You told me that my dreams were lies, I’ll forgive you soon
Ask, I start to lose my hunger and then, I just remember
All of the hamburgers that I had for dinner
Ni**a, the game that we playing is not for beginners
I see you been trying to shine but everything getting dimmer

(Outro)
Lights out