Light Switch Songtext
Yuh, yuh
La-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da
(La música de Harry Fraud)
This shit so real you could feel it
Nigga the game so heavy it could kill you if you tried to lift it
We come up with new formulas, try to steal 'em
Press conferences revealing all our latest dealings
Hurt their feelings, rubbing their eyes squintin'
They don't wanna see us get to the million
La-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da
(La música de Harry Fraud)
This shit so real you could feel it
Nigga the game so heavy it could kill you if you tried to lift it
We come up with new formulas, try to steal 'em
Press conferences revealing all our latest dealings
Hurt their feelings, rubbing their eyes squintin'
They don't wanna see us get to the million
But we did it, fuck them niggas
We catch stunts and fuck their bitches
Got a sketch pad full of pictures, images I created with color pencils
My lyrics is just that vivid
Wouldn't spit it 'less I lived it
The baddest women drowning in Clicquot in the backyard, tongue kissing
I'm really from that shit, we really run this shit
But we done it with humbleness
Hitters would hit your light switch if you was to ever come for this
Hitters would hit your light switch if you was to ever come for this
Rolls Royce in the driveway with a Bentley parked in front of it
Copped them both, I couldn't decide which one to get
Hitters would hit your light switch if you was to ever come for this
Eastside
Quart of Remy sip, finally we're legit
No more countertops with dummy blocks and counterfeits
Still down to up to hand it down a bitch
Fantasizing 'bout a zip of brown that will bounce and flip and turn to six
A role model's cold blooded old time hitter Either in the feds, dead still riding with us
Trappin' out of three hoe kitchens while these bitches ego trippin'
Still dressing black and leave no witness
Give me more than one, a kilo missing
We been on the run, still on my C-note mission
Got a B.O.L.O. on my polo out from three whole districts
Came home and I ain't hear no whisperin'
Lil top while the top is off
She called me crazy tongue, say I'm her type of soft
License out, only when my ice is out
Pop that pussy for me, after I pop the prices off
We catch stunts and fuck their bitches
Got a sketch pad full of pictures, images I created with color pencils
My lyrics is just that vivid
Wouldn't spit it 'less I lived it
The baddest women drowning in Clicquot in the backyard, tongue kissing
I'm really from that shit, we really run this shit
But we done it with humbleness
Hitters would hit your light switch if you was to ever come for this
Hitters would hit your light switch if you was to ever come for this
Rolls Royce in the driveway with a Bentley parked in front of it
Copped them both, I couldn't decide which one to get
Hitters would hit your light switch if you was to ever come for this
Eastside
Quart of Remy sip, finally we're legit
No more countertops with dummy blocks and counterfeits
Still down to up to hand it down a bitch
Fantasizing 'bout a zip of brown that will bounce and flip and turn to six
A role model's cold blooded old time hitter Either in the feds, dead still riding with us
Trappin' out of three hoe kitchens while these bitches ego trippin'
Still dressing black and leave no witness
Give me more than one, a kilo missing
We been on the run, still on my C-note mission
Got a B.O.L.O. on my polo out from three whole districts
Came home and I ain't hear no whisperin'
Lil top while the top is off
She called me crazy tongue, say I'm her type of soft
License out, only when my ice is out
Pop that pussy for me, after I pop the prices off
