Lights Out (feat. Biz & WillKill) Video (MV)

F*ck up my money
Im cutting your lights off
I kick in and your life lost
I sound like a drummer
When im in the crib
Brrr
Im letting the pipe off
Im getting him wiped off
If he from that dirty
I spray it like lysol
I aint tryna type yall
Better stay in your lane
When im throwing this bitch
Ima strike y'all
F*ck up my money
Im cutting your lights off
I kick in and your life lost
I sound like a drummer
When im in the crib
Brrr
Im letting the pipe off
Im getting him wiped off
If he from that dirty
I spray it like lysol
I aint tryna type yall
Better stay in your lane
When im throwing this bitch
Ima strike y'all

What the f*ck
Boy is you doing
Yo lil bitch
Yea she pursuing
On my dick
That hoe be moving
I Come thru and I get a check
Boy you know I gotta flex
Keep a cuban round my neck
Big ol booty make it stretch
And you know I got a tec
Light pole aimed at you neck
Boy I'm from the dirty water
Something like Pearl Harbor
My lil nigga he go ape
Turn around and beat the case
We got 40's we got drakes
Keep em aimed at yo place
Just in case you want to snake
I don't f*ck round with them lames
Coming thru like Johnny Dang
Yo hoe hanging from my chain
If I turn boy ima bang
Boil you up like a flame
Turn yo ass Into Roman
If I turn boy ima bang
I don't play round with them lames
F*ck up my money
Im cutting your lights off
I kick in and your life lost
I sound like a drummer
When im in the crib
Brrr
Im letting the pipe off
Im getting him wiped off
If he from that dirty
I spray it like lysol
I aint tryna type yall
Better stay in your lane
When im throwing this bitch
Ima strike y'all

F*ck up my money
Im cutting your lights off
I kick in and your life lost
I sound like a drummer
When im in the crib
Brrr
Im letting the pipe off
Im getting him wiped off
If he from that dirty
I spray it like lysol
I aint tryna type yall
Better stay in your lane
When im throwing this bitch
Ima strike y'all

Your bitch gonna f*ck me
Cus I gotta bag
Tired of your broke ass
Aint getting no cash
I hit the road
I sit low in a jag
Comma on Comma
But I never brag
Pouring a 4
I got turnt in the lab
Smoking on kush
Im burnt out by the half
Smacking on your bitches ass
Counting a lot on my cash
Pistol on me
Ima blast
Run up and see if im bluffing
Talking that smoke
Let me see what you puffing
I got a opp in my blunt
That im stuffing
If you tryna cop
I got this by the onion
Riding in something
That aint got no keys
The engine behind me
Im facing the Ps
Police behind me
Im Upping the Speed
Cus I don't wanna talk
If it aint bout the cheese
Slidin im keeping my gun up on me
Cus I know what jealousy do
When you made it
Im thuggin
Don't let that boy run up on me
He begging for clout
And im making him famous
Im betting 30 If we go to war
Wish a rapper try me
Ill be shooting a star
Cocky when im in the booth
Ima God
If you feel any less
You won't make it this far

F*ck up my money
Im cutting your lights off
I kick in and your life lost
I sound like a drummer
When im in the crib
Brrr
Im letting the pipe off
Im getting him wiped off
If he from that dirty
I spray it like lysol
I aint tryna type yall
Better stay in your lane
When im throwing this bitch
Ima strike y'all
F*ck up my money
Im cutting your lights off
I kick in and your life lost
I sound like a drummer
When im in the crib
Brrr
Im letting the pipe off
Im getting him wiped off
If he from that dirty
I spray it like lysol
I aint tryna type yall
Better stay in your lane
When im throwing this bitch
Ima strike y'all
F*ck up my money
Im cutting your lights off
I kick in and your life lost
I sound like a drummer
When im in the crib
Brrr
Im letting the pipe off
Im getting him wiped off
If he from that dirty
I spray it like lysol
I aint tryna type yall
Better stay in your lane
When im throwing this bitch
Ima strike y'all