Lights Out

Robbin the trap in the back of my hood
I take the plug out now biscotti my wood
We having them sticks on the glen wood
This hunnid band lick this a real jugg
Run off with the stick he a real dub
The fyes on me I can't go like no hoe
I'm with all my bloods yelling rojo
I'm with some real locs and they six O
I'm in [?] nigga put respect on the foe
I still gotta watch my back cause niggas hoes
If he wanna pop me he gone feel the draco
I might catch a body with my dad like ksoo
Nigga pour the drank up in this dirty faygo
Man I know that these niggas tellin yea fasho
Cause I ride with them fuckin glizzys and they know
They already know how the block go
And won't even know when them shots blow
We smokes us a opp and roll a fronto
I get to many bitches Johnny bravo
We gone pop at the opps and watch his body glow
When that hoe suck my dick she snatch a nigga soul
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And this already gold we don't sell are poles
When the stick in belt I got a heart of gold
Had run my money up my fist in a bowl
I hit me a lick in Gucci shell toes
The police light me up right on Melrose
We don't give a fuck put you in that hole
And if you wanna spark some yeah we can roll
Bitch I got fye so don't try to backdoor
If I air this bitch out y'all gon have to get low
This bitch hitting everybody where it go
Tsunami hit his block dem niggas got soaked
That hoe made a poker face so she on go
And I be with some solid niggas like OLO
That nigga couldn't hang with us if he had ropes
Put me in the game I said to my coach
They ain't making no noise I'm tryna up the scoreboard
When I hit from the back I make her get on all damn fours
Man I ran that pussy nigga out the store
Then put that boy dead face on galore
And I think the yoppa gotta lions roar
And we havin paper but we need some more
Had a pop out a pussy nigga now im soar
And we might leave yo face on the dashboard
Hope I don't get no case I'm praying to my lord
And will send a nigga to heaven
That young nigga jump out the Porsche at 11
He smokin good dope and go blow if I let em
I open my wallet the whole thing relish
And play these hoes round can never get jealous
I take yo top off then I'm feelin like velly
Don't get took off you better get ready
Have a blood bath in the back of the deli
When I was locked up you know gun in m celly
I snuck in like 25 sticks threw the telli
And I stun that nigga he ate his spaghetti
We gone fan yo ass down watch you fall like a feather
I can't fuck on sucka bitches cause they petty
And I might have a soft spot for the trap life
POG double glizzy this that glokk life
This ain't no tighter but I want stripes
Addys I'm poppin got me feelin right
That 30 mili gram gone last for the night
Ain talm bout no virgin that bit' got me tight
Cut the hoes off with no knife
Man I'm with some young niggas an they scripe
Man get yo ass up we knocking out cho lights