Light em up ft. Young Nate Lyrics

Your main bitch in my section, tweakin and geekin

Tryna get even, i'm just off of this reefer

And she keep askin bout the smoke, like is she tryna lace me

I'm just tryna turn up, like it's 2018

I'm in the club, just caught a couple dubs

She ain't regular and fuckin with no scrubs

2's on the track, so i tell em pipe up

Now she tryna take my soul, cause a nigga bossed up

Oh no light em up, if he fold light em up

Nigga had a bad dream, out cold off the mud

I said we smokin these niggas, just like some bud

Ridin shotgun, told my nigga smitty grab the pump

She want the YSL, but I am not young thug

I can't let this bitch walk over me i am not a rug

Growing up I was young I was asking for a hug now I'm old

And they keep asking me why I cannot love

That's my baby ima clean her up so i just call her dove

On my bullshit with yung tenk I like to say we Rose above

Call me Mike Jack when I beat it little bitch I got the glove

And you know I got two arm's round me I'm not talking no hugs

It's a fight and it's alright but how the fuck you gonna beat me

It's time to sit him down I'm calling shizz come spin the cherokee

Your bitch suck me like a straw but no you cannot bury me

I keep that drake up in the chair but no this ain't no degrassi

You say you 10 toes 10 man the only 10 that I see watch that nigga

Ben I give him 10 take off to Tennessee

How her eyes on the ocean but this bitch bearly cannot see

I don't gang bang but in school I always took B over C

I look over at tenk I know that he popping oversea

I look over at shawty I see she nodding off the Z

And let's shout out to that nigga marko because he really P

There ain't no flying without pilot or my shooting nigga B

And I just can't forget about that young nigga AB

These bullets hot but they turn cold who the fuck kicked on the A-C

I call him Zebra because he's white and black that nigga is ZP

I hit his lungs with that 30 that nigga bearly cannot breath

Yea he wheezin, bleedin, in the deep end

Turn em into a believer, now he christain

Yea i've been smokin on sativa, i'm goin missin

Got this green and red beam, no I cannot miss him

He told, write em up, got some hoes to line em up

Told her ride along, we gon get it done right or wrong

This shit gon take the gang 2 minutes like a song

We mobbin, they plottin, them niggas gotta tighten up

(Oh light em up, oh light em up)

(Oh light em up, oh light em up)

(Light em up, light em up, light em up)