Need a Lighter (feat. 21 Savage)

I like my bitches bossy

I like my bitches bossy

This Lacoste fit, it cost me

A couple Grammy's on me now, I'm trying to get 'em off me

I'm trying to 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 hill it

That mean I ain't stopping, turn up like I ain't popping

****, who is you and where you from? You ain't popping

Fuck you call this phone for if you ain't shopping

Rather not to club hopping, I like bank hopping

Walk out that bitch with them bags like I'm bank robbing

Don't compare us to these **** 'cause they ain't mobbing

They starving, bitch, I'm cooking like I'm J Harden

Watch young **** go and get it quick as clay hardens

If you ain't getting digits, ****, say nothing

We got 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 smokin' fire

Cut the lights on, fuck it, cut the lights off, damage lit

Couple VVSs on my neck the way my diamonds hit

I was thirteen, robbing ****, drinking that brown bitch

Riding in a drop with a Glock and a fucking stick

VVS all on my neck, hold up

A hundred 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

**** think I make money rapping, but bitch, I'm still selling dope

I'm in DC with my **** 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 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 smokin' 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 till I get bailed out

Outed by a black cop, damn, he a sellout

Mos these **** rats, they walking '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 **** 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 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 smokin' fire