Lights ft. Bolo Lyrics

MK

One take

Let's go

Bolo

Don't run, don't run

At all, at all

Like

Bolo with me he totin' the sitchy

ANTI! pull up, he loadin' the blicky

Yea they know who controllin' the city

If he runnin' up, Malachi throwin' fifty

And I know that the opps ain't happy

Cause they know bro be totin' on Sally

She a slut, yea Im callin' her Abbie

Your bro ain't about none, you ain't no baddie

These bitches be mixy, opp shit

Your baby mama really be on some thot shit

Bro hop out the V and he flock it

Get, in your noggin, you think you on hots bitch

Yea I'm goin' retarded like Josh bitch

Step in the function, turn that to a mosh pit

Can't stuff anymore in my pockets

Bro ootin' like Harden, he play with them rockets

Like what? like what?

Smokin' on Wooski, put him in a blunt

Like what? like what?

If we see Taz in person, turn him into Runtz

Light Xander up right in front of his son

Bullets gon' scorch Quan like the sun

Brodie be droppin' bodies just for fun

If we see 'em in person, you know that they run

I'm bound to get to money like Kanye

Like Fetty, these bitches come my way

I'm about to be known around the tri state

Fuck Brett, that bitch is a light weight

The grind don't stop, never settle

Always busy, yea I keep me a schedule

Bro stay with the heat like metal

Fuck Taz, you ain't even on my level

Ayo Tessa, suck my dick

Ayo Abbie, suck my dick

Don't run, don't trip, don't run, don't trip, that's a new opp packed in a spliff

I'm with Bolo, you know he be totin' fifty

If I'm on a mission, Bolo goin' with me

Hit 'em, leave 'em crippled like a rollin' sixty

I was on my own, had no one with me

Huh?

Like what?

N****, I had nobody with me

Slide on your block and I go and shoot fifty

Like DC The Don, now come make a movie with me

He say he a ooter

But run it like Ricky

I'm too reckless, I do the drill on a scooter

Fuck around, this n**** a bitch, he a poodle

The opps be some fans, they watch how I maneuver

Like glah, glah

Why the fuck he keep on runnin?

I'ma just go ahead and keep on dumpin'

If I ain't got a knock, me and MK jump him

Came up from nothin' to somethin'

I know your bitch, I don't make assumptions

His bitch up in my crib, she suckin' and fuckin'

I got a paper cut from all these hundreds I'm thumbin'

Pass me the blick and I'm drummin'

Left his body on the ground and that shit got to stuckin'

Hit 'em so hard, it's disgustin'

Hit him in his top, but I ain't give him no concussion

Diss on my mans and I'm comin'

Slide in a V with my n**** Rizzy, that's my bousin

Think you gon' off one, n**** you really dumb then

Too many knocks, bullet holes, end of discussion