Lights Off (feat. Gunna & Lil Durk) Lyrics

Lights Off (feat. Gunna & Lil Durk) - Tay Keith

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Intro: Gunna & Lil Juice]

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

[Chorus: Gunna]

Restaurant, I'm dinin', I want light sauce (Light sauce)

Twinklin', this my diamonds be wet, when the lights off (Yeah)

And third, I always watch, and these niggas fake and phony (Phony)

Grind hard, one of my homies gettin' a iced out Rollie (Iced out Rollie)

Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor (Odor)

'Fridgerator full of codeine, I pour deuces in my soda (Yeah, soda)

Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (Yeah)

Told me I wasn't gon' make it if you ain't grind hard (Huh)

[Verse 1: Gunna]

Look at how far we made it (Made it)

I told 'em they thought I was crazy

Young Gunna been hot (Too hot)

I jumped in the spot and got raided (Raided)

I custom the watch, two-tone the Prezi and Elliot made it (Made it)

These cubans, it look like it's faded (Faded)

We can't do the minimum wages (Nah)

I'm a big dawg, money tall like King Kong (King Kong)

Heard them millions talk, went and bought me three phones

Rockin' VLONE, told the ho “Leave me VLONE” (Leave me VLONE)

I done cheated [?], cuffin' you, to each his own (To each his own)

Had to find my space, I was just keepin' my mind straight

Why these broke niggas hate? Actin' like they don't know crime pays (Crime pays)

I'm in a different mind state, runnin' to the M's in a fast pace (Fast)

We love to call it rat race, came out the hood and got good taste (Good taste)

Chorus: Gunna & Lil Durk]

Restaurant, I'm dinin', I want light sauce (Light sauce)

Twinklin', this my diamonds be wet, when the lights off (Yeah)

And third I, always watch, and these niggas fake and phony (Phony)

Grind hard, one of my homies gettin' a iced out Rollie (Iced out Rollie)

Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor (Odor)

Fridge full of codeine, I pour deuces in my soda (Yeah, soda)

Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (Yeah, Look like Wockhardt)

Told me I wasn't gon' make it if you ain't grind hard (Huh, Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]

Wake up in the morning, Percocets for breakfast (Percocets)

I wake up, she be blowin' me, I'm blockin' all my ex's

Get in, top me on the E-way, man I damn near miss my ex

I can give my bitches anything, I get 'em all baguettes (Yeah, yeah)

It be tough for you, when he come around, that shit be scary

I'm a gangsta, take care my block, I'm like my daddy

I ain't gon' lie, surrounded by some killers, I can't go live

I ain't gon' lie, fightin' a murder with a public defendant, you better not try

I need a trapper bitch, ain't tryna trap a bitch, runnin' her mouth for shit

She get in her bag for Chanel, she bought some sneakers, ain't even had to ask the bitch (Yeah, yeah)

Down bad broke 'round millionaires, never asked for shit

Fuck buddy, drug buddy, that's my bitch, give her half a ten

[Chorus: Gunna]

Restaurant, I'm dinin', I want light sauce (Light sauce)

Twinklin', this my diamonds be wet, when the lights off (Yeah)

And third, I always watch, and these niggas fake and phony (Phony)

Grind hard, one of my homies gettin' a iced out Rollie (Iced out Rollie)

Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor (Odor)

Fridge full of codeine, I pour deuces in my soda (Yeah, soda)

Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (Yeah)

Told me I wasn't gon' make it if you ain't grind hard (Huh)

[Outro: Gunna]

(Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor)

MWA Music

(Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt)

(Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor)

(Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt)