Need a Lighter (feat. 21 Savage)

I like my bitches 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 bitch 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 imam down hill it That mean I ain't stoppin', turn up like I ain't poppin' Nigga who is you and where you from? you ain't poppin' Fuck you call this phone for if you ain't shopping Rather not do club hopping, I like bank hopping Walk out that bitch with them bags like I'm bank robbing Don't compare us to these niggas cause they ain't mobbing They starving, bitch I'm cooking like I'm J. Harden Watch young nigga go and get it quick as clay hardens If you ain't getting digits, nigga say nothing We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters We got army guns like the fucking fighters Let that bitch 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 P Cut the lights on, fuck it, cut the lights off, diamonds lit Couple VVS's on my neck the way my diamonds hit I was 13, robbin' niggas, drinking that brown bitch Riding in a drop with a Glock and a fucking 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, bitches break their neck, hold up Pull up on you in a ghost, hold up Pull up, break your bitch's throat, hold up Niggas think I make money rapping but bitch I'm still selling dope I'm in DC with my nigga Lightshow Went to Avianne now my fucking ice glow And I keep a pistol everywhere that I go I don't need no fucking shooter, young Savage gon' blow We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters We got army guns like the fucking fighters Let that bitch 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 Please don't hit the lights, that shit 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 bitch 'til I get bailed out Outed by a black cop, damn he a sellout Most these niggas rats, they walkin' 'round here with they tail out Ain't eyeballing shit, I whip this motherfucking scale out I thank god for rap but I'm a motherfucking trap god Lot of niggas 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 shit up like a hot pie My bitch like to cook, hope she put lobster in the potpie AR-15 bullet 'bout the same length as a hot fry Wore that bitch's own designer bag like a fly guy We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters We got army guns like the fucking fighters Let that bitch 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 END