Light Show lyrics

Uh huh
Uh huh
Right wrist light show, left wrist a light show
Run up in his trap and we gunna let them pistols blow
Pockets fat as f*ck, fat as f*ck just like Raven Simone
I was in the streets, no I didn't get a student loan
Fat ass blunt on Toucan Sam
Slap the f*ck out a n*gga, I don't give no damn
Cocaine all white just like Marshall Mathers
Glock black as f*ck just like Family Matters
I'm doin' more coke than Bob Sagett
Reach for my chain, I'ma let you have it
All them black superheroes dumb as f*ck
Christ Dillinger the first cool black super hero
Right wrist, light show
Left wrist a light show
Ten thousand dollar watch on the right wrist of Wendigo
Kickin' bags of dope hard as f*ck like I know Taekwondo
Reachin' for my chain, I'ma hit 'em with thе extendo
I jump in the rap gamе, I ain't have a chain yet
But I had a stick and a bunch of fruity bracelets
I don't wear Marc Jacobs
Glock gave him a face lift
Higher than a martian 'cause I pulled up in a spaceship
Had to cop a chain n*gga soon as I got off the jet
Tiny ass Glock flip a n*gga's whip like a tech deck (lets go)
BasedWorld flow, n*ggas know I'm comin' for the check
Yo b*tch suckin' my di*k, while I pull up in that new Corvette
Twenty-five hundred get a n*gga shot
Crack bag big as Beanie Sigel on the block
I got guns longer than Kevin Hart
I got two of everything like Noah's Ark
My money way longer than she expected
When I rob the plug it was unexpected
Took my momma's car to get inspected
Robbed the plug, he had to respect it
I'm in the trap and I rock 'em to sleep
Feel like Muhammad Ali when I'm rockin' the beat
Fans mad at Christ D 'cause he still in the street
n*gga run up on me I put him in the beat
n*gga run off on us we turn him to oregano
I be bangin' b*tches overseas like Bruce Bigalow
Big ass Backwood, I filled it with Piccolo
Christ D the one with cocaine from glycerol
BOOM! Shoot that n*gga's house up
I need my money I don't give a f*ck
I feel like a tranny I keep that thing tucked
We beefin' 'bout money [and something and stuff?]
My b*tches ass is just like Sexyy Red
Tell that b*tch I need some sexy head
When I was growin' up I was in the classes that was SPED
I'm Christ Dillinger b*tch I said what I said
If we f*ck keep that classified
I'm in World Peace 2 shout out Sam Hyde
All my opps dead it was a genocide
My opps like Drake Bell when he had to hide
Left wrist that's a light show
Take a look at the right wrist, light show
Ten thousand dollar f*ckin' watch on the right wrist of Wendigo
I'm [blackamous Clause?] droppin' off dope
Bags of dope whiter than the Pope
I can't fall off like soap on a rope
Got Balenciaga on both of my toes