Lights Out lyrics

[Chorus]
Robbin the trap in the back of my hood
I take the plug out now biscotti my wood
We having them sticks all in Glenwood
This a hunnid band lick this a real jugg
Run off with his stick he a real dub
The fyes on me I can't go like no hoe
I'm with all my bloods yelling rojo
Im with some real locs and they 6-0
I make every n*gga put respect on the foe
I still gotta watch my back cause n*ggas hoes
If he wanna pop me he gone feel the draco
Ima catch a body with my dad like ksoo
n*gga pour the drank up in this dirty faygo
Man I know that these n*ggas tellin yea fasho
Cause I ride with them f*ckin 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 b*tches Johnny bravo
We gone pop at the opps and watch his body glow
When that hoe suck my di*k she snatch a n*gga soul
This straight out a kelly kief in the preroll
And its already cold we dont sell out poles
When the stick in my bag 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 locked me up right on melrose
We don't give a f*ck put you in that hole
And if you wanna spark some yeah we can roll
b*tch I got fye so don't try to backdoor
If I air this b*tch out y'all gon have to get low
This b*tch hitting everybody where it go
Tsunami hit his block them n*ggas got soaked
That hoe made a poker face so she on go
And I be with some solid n*ggas like OLO
That n*gga couldn't hang with us, if he had ropes
Put me in the game I said to my coach
They ain making no noise I'm tryna up the score ('board)
When I hit from the back I make her get on all damn fours
Man I ran that pus*y n*gga 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 off a pus*y n*gga now im soar
And we might lay yo face on the dashboard
Hope I don't get no case I'm praying to my lord
And will send a n*gga to heaven
That young n*gga jump out the porch at 11
He smokin good dope and go blow if I let em
I open my wallet the whole thing relish
And we play these hoes around 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 my celly
I snuck in like 25 sticks threw the telli
Ain't stuntin that n*gga he ate his spaghetti
We gone fan yo ass down watch you fall like confetti
I can't f*ck on sucka b*tches cause they petty
And I might have a soft spot for the trap life
P.O.G double glizzy this that glokk life
This ain no tiger hunt but I want stripes
Addys im poppin got me feelin right
Got 30 milligram gone last for the night
Ain talm bout no virgin that bit' got me tight
I cut the hoes off with no knife
Man I'm with some young n*ggas and they stripe
Man get yo ass up we knocking out cho lights