Lights Out lyrics

[Intro: Tommy Genesis]
Who made the beat? Charlie

[Chorus]
Lights out b*tch
Lights out b*tch
Lights out b*tch
Lights out b*tch

[Verse 1]
Ever seen a b*tch in person who ain't really bout that sh*t
I be for rap hoes up in that other b*tch, she just hit the drip
You can' be out here actin' but lackin' that don't make no sense
You can't be out here hatin' but fakin' like you been that b*tch
b*tches rather gather up in groups to go against one b*tch
Weak as f*ck, I hold my own, so they can't say I'm actin tough
I'm exotic, hoes is toxic
Stomp her out, these ain't foamposites
I got milage, your n*gga is smiling
My pus*y game stong, on the top, living lavish

[Chorus]
Lights out b*tch
Lights out b*tch
Lights out b*tch
Lights out b*tch
[Verse 2]
I got fame, your new b*tch lame
I'm gutta ratchet, can't be tamed
My n*gga said don't f*ck with lames
Before me he had f*cked a lame
I'm too gangster, agressive thang
Your hoe yankin my brother's chain
My check so big I'm spending collage money on my diamond chain
[?] richer than your ex
I see through you, don't need windex
I talk my sh*t, you give them sus
[?]
In these streets, b*tch, we can meet you
Want some beef? don't [?]
When you see me, you gon' speak up
I'm turned up in this b*tch, I'm mean, ay

[Chorus]
Lights out b*tch
Lights out b*tch
Lights out b*tch
Lights out b*tch

[Verse 3]
b*tches' talkin', b*tches' walkin' miles to get some di*k for free
Money callin, checks is fallin
No, I can't do sh*t for free
Politics be mad I keep it realer than these n*ggas be
Stop my views and numbers, they be wishing theres some hoe in me
Gotta shout out, Nicki noticed me
I ride out for my b*tch on me
Ever since I signed that deal, they sat me down 'cause they know I'm a beast
I write that sh*t, I rap that sh*t
I'm Texas, b*tch, that's tipple D
Put a rap b*tch in her place
Them regular hoes know I be in these streets
I stay up in the sky in peace
I'm stuntin, how it's supposed to be
He hungry, I'm his groceries
[Outro]
I don't want that n*gga
You can keep that n*gga
He eat that pus*y all funny and sh*t
I'm a bad b*tch, I get money and sh*t
Them days was rainy, now it's sunny and sh*t
b*tches can't stop sh*t
And on my mama, you run up you gon' get dun up
But I'mma let you hear that on the next motherf*cking song
This right here to show you hoes I'm forever standing strong
By my motherf*cking self