lights out lyrics

[Intro]
(Lil' b*tch, ha)

[Verse]
T-these n*ggas fake, they too phony
I don't want that b*tch, she too boney
[?]
S-she on my di*k, she don't even know me
F-flex on these n*ggas, I do it normally
And this sh*t, my son finna do it for me
That b*tch so bad, she too horny
In the Pat, touchdown, still scoring
Let's hop in the Jag, two doors
T-two bad b*tches, need two whores
Fat ass crib with 3 floors
And I get to the bag at 3 in the morning
H-he said "how you get that way before me?"
Hop in that Scat, I get to floorin'
I'm with the lame b*tch, she just boring
I-I need a bag right now
I need that bag, baby, right now
We ain't playing no games, we ain't fighting out
And he talkin' hot sh*t, [?]
Put a beam on the Glock with the light out
And we take him off thе map like some white out
And I'm playing that b*tch likе some tryouts
I-I get that money, finna write out
Give me that check, n*gga, write it out
S-she on the di*k, finna ride it out
We in that b*tch, finna sight it out
N-n*gga we outside, we don't hide out
My-my n*ggas gon' roll out, [?]
My-my tattoo, bro, like some Lysol
N-n*gga talk down then it's lights out