Need A Lighter lyrics

[Verse 1: Lightshow]
I like my b*tches bossy
This Lacoste fit, it cost me
A couple grammys on me now, I'm tryna get 'em off me
I'm tryna get a Grammy
And beach house in Miami
My b*tch might need a Beamer
Right now she drive a Camry
That hundred round like family
I ride around with it
Might hit a lick and smoke a pound
I'm really down with it
If I see them lights flash I'ma down hill it
That mean I ain't stoppin', turn up like I ain't poppin'
n*gga who is you and where you from? you ain't poppin'
f*ck you call this phone for if you ain't shopping
Rather not do club hopping, I like bank hopping
Walk out that b*tch with them bags like I'm bank robbing
Don't compare us to these n*ggas cause they ain't mobbing
They starving, b*tch I'm cooking like I'm J. Harden
Watch young n*gga go and get it quick as clay hardens
If you ain't getting digits, n*gga say nothing

[Hook: Lightshow]
We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters
We got army guns like the f*cking fighters
Let that b*tch convince me, pop a half, I might swerve
Talk her out her panties if I say the right words
Promise I don't think I could get any higher
Had to write a thank you note to my supplier
Please don't cut them lights on when I'm riding by, sir
Please don't cut them lights on, I am smoking fire
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Cut the lights on, f*ck it, cut the lights off, diamonds lit
Couple VVS's on my neck the way my diamonds hit
I was 13, robbin' n*ggas, drinking that brown b*tch
Riding in a drop with a Glock and a f*cking stick
VVS all on my neck, hold up
100 round drum in that TEC, hold up
Pull up on you in a 'Vette, hold up
Pull up, b*tches break their neck, hold up
Pull up on you in a ghost, hold up
Pull up, break your b*tch's throat, hold up
n*ggas think I make money rapping but b*tch I'm still selling dope
I'm in DC with my n*gga Lightshow
Went to Avianne now my f*cking ice glow
And I keep a pistol everywhere that I go
I don't need no f*cking shooter, young Savage gon' blow

[Hook: Lightshow]
We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters
We got army guns like the f*cking fighters
Let that b*tch convince me, pop a half, I might swerve
Talk her out her panties if I say the right words
Promise I don't think I could get any higher
Had to write a thank you note to my supplier
Please don't cut them lights on when I'm riding by, sir
Please don't cut them lights on, I am smoking fire
[Verse 3: Lightshow]
Please don't hit the lights, that sh*t is bright
Please don't hit the lights, this prescription in my Sprite
Please don't hit the lights, chopper on the seat inside
Please don't hit the lights, I might have to spend the night
At the jailhouse, wait inside that b*tch 'til I get bailed out
Outed by a black cop, damn he a sellout
Most these n*ggas rats, they walkin' 'round here with they tail out
Ain't eyeballing sh*t, I whip this motherf*cking scale out
I thank god for rap but I'm a motherf*cking trap god
Lot of n*ggas down so my first speed dial is my strap guy
I didn't go to college, I rap automatics, cap guys
Finna pull up really really deep like a capper
We get product and we split that sh*t up like a hot pie
My b*tch like to cook, hope she put lobster in the potpie
AR-15 bullet 'bout the same length as a hot fry
Wore that b*tch's own designer bag like a fly guy

[Hook: Lightshow]
We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters
We got army guns like the f*cking fighters
Let that b*tch convince me, pop a half, I might swerve
Talk her out her panties if I say the right words
Promise I don't think I could get any higher
Had to write a thank you note to my supplier
Please don't cut them lights on when I'm riding by, sir
Please don't cut them lights on, I am smoking fire