Light This Bitch Up (feat. G-Eazy & Jay Ant)

No, we don't really care

Yeah, we gon' put it in the air

No, we don't give a fuck

Getting bucks is a must, you can trust we gon' light this bitch up

Yeah, yeah, oh, we gon' light this bitch up

Yeah, yeah, oh, we gon' light this bitch up

Ay girl, let me see what you got

I don't rap if the beat don't knock

I need bass, make it fast

Every girl in the place shaking ass

Uh, that's that Bay shit

Pull up in a spaceship

All I rep is gang shit

You know that I can't quit

Yeah, we gon' step up in the party

Get it started, make the hoes go retarded

Whole gang with me, we gon' ride out

You ain't living what you talking, we gon' find out

No I can't be around fake

If you broke, can't be in my face

Heartbreakers, yeah, we in this place

Girl, I love it when I'm seeing that shake

No, we don't really care

Yeah, we gon' put it in the air

No, we don't give a fuck

Getting bucks is a must, you can trust we gon' light this bitch up

Yeah, yeah, oh, we gon' light this bitch up

Yeah, yeah, oh, we gon' light this bitch up

Pre-game, call the Uber then we all mob

Every night we do it big, it's a hard job

Part snob, light it up like I'm part Bob

Heartbreak kids linked up with the heartthrob

In the scene, always found in the mix

Woop-woop, move around with the wrist

Short told us if you rapping then the beat better pound when it hits

And I've been going dumb since 2006

You're not family, don't ask me what's up with a verse

Unless you spendin' what your girl has up in her purse

Know you see us pull up and it hurts

Girls climbing in the section, calm down you old bucket of thirst

Can't chill with people as basic as those

I'm out on that road getting paid for them shows

I walk through the grass, check for snakes by my toes

'Cause sooner or later all fakes get exposed

No, we don't really care

Yeah, we gon' put it in the air

No, we don't give a fuck

Getting bucks is a must, you can trust we gon' light this bitch up

Yeah, yeah, oh, we gon' light this bitch up

Yeah, yeah, oh, we gon' light this bitch up

Look, I don't talk, real boy, I be listening

You a mark, a toy, you a figurine

Your bitch love my grill and my finger rings

I just beat it up, fuck fingering

Brown leather, all on my fucking bag

Bad bitches, I thought I could never have

Shake jelly, flat belly, thin waist, looking for the face

I'm sipping 18, no chase

But you can have the hoe, this ain't a race

I don't chase, I replace

Give her a taste, show her first place

Weed plants on my socks in my dirty Vans

I got dirty hands 'cause I've been touching bands

Yeah it's the younger, suffer, puffer, and I don't fuck with you suckas

No, we don't really care

Yeah, we gon' put it in the air

No, we don't give a fuck

Getting bucks is a must, you can trust we gon' light this bitch up

Yeah, yeah, oh, we gon' light this bitch up

Yeah, yeah, oh, we gon' light this bitch up

Getting bucks is a must, you can trust, we gon' light this bitch up

(Yeah, yeah, oh, we gon' light this bitch up)

(Yeah, yeah, oh, we gon' light this bitch up)