Sheed Osama - Lights On Lyrics

Smokin thrax I be servin packs cap wya this gas got me trippin
From the raq all the killin and the drug dealin yea come see how we livin
From the low ian know Wea to go post up by the store tryna touch me a million
On my own I was so alone Neva had a loan They don't know how I'm Feelin

And I got the pipe on
And shorty so crazy I swea she be drivin me Brazy wanna f*ck wit the lights on
Nomo public transit now My diamonds be dancin Gettin they Mike on
Ona internet hatin knowin u ain't gone make it gettin they type on
& don't forget I got the pipe onnn yea

They Playin The right song
They know that Osama bout gula he run up the commas he fly as a kite ohh
Boy f*ck yo opinion ah nigga gone continue on winning i always been right ohh
We ain't drippin the same so lil nigga stay in yo lane Why u gotta bite tho
That lil bitch a slutt I swea she be suckin me up not talkin bout lypo

Had to take me sum chances now I then turnt to a champion shit can get Riskyyy
Boy you not my homie niggas be claiming they know me niggas be friendly
Got this 30 glock on me
Nigga don't try to approach me please do not temp me
This lil bitch a freak shorty gone swallow the meat she suckin me Gentlyyy

Jus Watch how i move
They claim that they hot they not got the drop on yo spot Betta Keep yo cool
Know slutty my buddy be servin the junkies Watchu need come shop up in school
Gotta stay on yo pivet don't miss it jus shut up and listen it all ah be smooth
Don't nun trust of these bitches jus get to the riches I swea I'm tellin the truth

And I got the glickyyy
Bullets hit em like 9
Na Ian aim atcho spine
Like he was fiftyyy
Claiming that u gone ride knowin Uan gone glide these niggas ain't wit me
How u doin the crime but scared to do the time these niggas be bitchyy
Jus popped me a perc geeked up jus like ima nerd I'm feelin real itchyyy

I'm bussin I'm rollin I swea I cannot control it I'm outta my bodyyy
I feel like a train swea ima drive me insane can't nobody stop meee
Boy why is u lien know uan toting no iron Tb u gone Pop me
Ok shut up lil bitch u Got me

I hang wit them gangstas
These niggas be pussy I can tell by they whiskers they ain't bout it these niggas sum wankers
Made that hoe fall in love thought she was gettin ah hug Osama the Prankster
Ima run up them digits swea ima get to the riches ima marry a Banker
Gotta white bitch ha name Topanga
Yuh yuhh

Smokin thrax I be servin packs cap wya this gas got me trippin
From the raq all the killin and the drug dealin yea come see how we livin
From the low ian know Wea to go post up by the store tryna touch me a million
On my own I was so alone Neva had a loan They don't know how I'm Feelin-

And I got the pipe on
And shorty so crazy I swea she be drivin me Brazy wanna f*ck wit the lights on
Nomo public transit now My diamonds be dancin Gettin they Mike on
Ona internet hatin knowin u ain't gone make it gettin they type on
& don't forget I got the pipe onnn yea