Light Thrust lyrics
by 24Lik
[Intro]
I was gone for a minute, but I'm back now (Ooh, Sav killed it)
n*gga (Now I'm back, b*tch)
Free Bang, Free Mike (Free them hitters)
RIP Wildman too
Disrespect him and you gettin' blew
[Verse]
Plain-jane Rollie on my arm, almost fifteen (Somethin' light)
I be f*cking model-type broads, your hoes fifteen (Lame)
I just bought Goyard with some cards, wish I could punch lean
If my n*ggas down, i'm still with 'em, I can't switch teams (I can't switch up)
n*ggas like to hide when it's dark, I gotta switch beams (Get your ass over here)
I just dropped a narc in my juice, bro off two beans (Rollin')
I just popped dog and his mans, I had to flee the scene
Unc' plugged with dog and the Xans, but he don't do lean
My mama told me never leave no resi' on that triple beam (Never)
If you bring your b*tch around gang, she gon' get tripled-teamed (Bring your b*tch around)
I was all in that b*tch mouth like some Listerine (Lil' sl*t)
Like a bad baby, boy, my hands be in everything (Everything)
That chopper knock off heads, turn a n*gga braids to Mr. Clean (Better duck)
I be 'round this b*tch iced up like I'm Mr. T (Glee)
Opp n*ggas playin' on my phone, sayin' he killin' me
Boy, I ain't never got clapped up, you must be kiddin' me
I'll leave a pus*y n*gga neckless, literally
I'll leave a n*gga mama naked, she feelin' me
Shirt, belt, hat, and shoes, n*gga, came from Italy
My n*ggas be shootin' like they Billups pullin' from the three
Like a city n*gga baby mama, sh*t get ugly
Them .223s wrap around a n*gga like they hugged him
My young dog loved to shoot sh*t, nobody loved him
I be sippin' 'ñejo with the hoes, you sippin' bubbly
I can tell she play with her nose, her sh*t dusty (She a fiend)
I can tell he sippin' Karo, his cup ain't muddy
I just robbed a ham for some 'bows, we ain't buddies
I be quick to wipe a n*gga nose if they f*ck with me
I just had a threesome with two b*tches at the Doubletree (Oohwee)
Boy, I did the fool in them hoes, they got the Perky D (Perky di*k)
A n*gga thinkin' 'bout changin' his first name to Percules
That hundred-round on the AR look like some double D's