LIGHTS OUT Lyrics

Came up from the bottom of the motherfuckin' bottom

I was strugglin' for years, what the fuck you think that taught'em

That shit really made a beast

That shit really made a monster

I fucked up and wifed a treesh

DAMN. i guess I should've chopped her

These boys think that I'm a prophet But I'm all about the profit

These boys think that they can stop it

but it ain't no fuckin' stoppin'

Money counter go beep

More than microwave's (sheesh)

They cant stop this tidal wave

They on a microwave (sheesh)

I got billions on the way like I'm Kanye

I got white bitches yellin' like LeBron James

I got black girls on me like a sundae

And we got this shit poppin' on a Monday

These rappers mundane

I cook like I'm Dane

These verses just a vicious circle of why im great

I got giant ass pockets like I'm Andre

I do it grande

Flow be on picante

Your flow on the delonte

You should probably move out west

I'd let her walk the runway

but she too damn blessed

Ass on fat FAT

& the punan wet

Hit her like twice she said, who got next

(godamn)