Light Up lyrics

Light up the gas
And i float off the dodey
Im in the coup with your boo
Thats your shorty
We f*ck til the morning
We f*ck til the sun up
She swallowed the di*k
‘fore pinnin her bun up
I be with the gang
And we keep it one hunnid
We run up we run up we run up
I hit the stage
And i come with the turn up
Red bottom beat
Turn that sh*t to a murder
I f*ck the show up
We ball out at barneys
Im shoppin rodèo
The 40 still on me
I ride wit some money
Ill get witchu shortly
You owe me some paper
He tryna avoid me
n*gga you pay me
But n*ggas be corny
My n*ggas they bout it
Go shoot up the party
It somethin to stunt n*gga
Dont get it started
Swerve out the lot
Then i slide to the fortress
I stand thru the doorway
To f*ck on a goddess
Lil mama a rider
I put her in private
The maybach a beast
And it came with a driver
Dont talk to me stupid
Dont care bout no gossip
I bobbin to christian
To smokin exotic
Its all bout the vision
My ho she exotic
Smoke out at the opera
That sh*t so melodic
Its salmon & codeine
& shrimp on my diet
I hit that b*tch raw
Cus that pus*y got milage
My drip in designer
I dont need no stylist
Might fly and just f*ck on ya ho
At the college
Might cop a new apple watch
And flood it with diamonds
Might f*ck on ya ho in dubai
Off of rhymin
sh*t i was jus locked up
And gamblin ramen
No me and these n*ggas
Got nothing in common
Can't beef with these n*ggas
These n*ggas they copy me
When im on my bad n*gga
No one can stop me
I used to see fiens with the crack
In the lobby
Well n*gga i shot at
I wasted a body
Pull up im the 6
And jump out at the function
We came up with sticks
And we wettin the function
We scoop up your b*tch
And we went thru the function
That FN will rip thru
Dont trip in the function, forreal

Light up the gas
And i float off the dodey
Im in the coup with your boo
Thats your shorty
We f*ck til the morning
We f*ck til the sun up
She swallowed the di*k
‘fore pinnin her bun up
I be with the gang
And we keep it one hunnid
We run up we run up we run up
I hit the stage
And i come with the turn up
Red bottom beat
Turn that sh*t to a murder
I f*ck the show up
We ball out at barneys
Im shoppin rodèo
The 40 still on me
I ride wit some money
Ill get witchu shortly
You owe me some paper
He tryna avoid me
n*gga you pay me
But n*ggas be corny
My n*ggas they bout it
Go shoot up the party
It somethin to stunt n*gga
Dont get it started