Pass Me the Lighter (feat. MPA Duke)

Pass me that lighter

I'm in this bitch with a well known supplier

I wan' be just like Michael, yeah, Mike Myers

Your boyfriend cannot see me like a sniper

I get my kush and dopey off a boat

I swear to God, you hit my kush, you choke

My pockets look like bookies like I spoke

Catch your bitch and I make her sing a note

Start at the bottom, went straight to the top

Stop at the middle and pick up a knot

Proceed to the top 'cause ****, you hot

I might give this bitch whatever I got

Yeah, mon, set up a shop

Yeah, mon, roll and I stop

Yeah, mon, president watch

Yeah, mon, Ralph Lauren socks

Yeah, mon

Skeet off a Rollie, I pull up on bae

Mama ass so big she taking up space, that shit in the way

All of my diamonds they wet, I feel like I got 'em out the sea

Pull up on shorty, you know that I'm kicking the shit like Spike Lee

I know all about you, I know where you be

Break em' somethin' off proper if you wan' play with me

Where was y'all fuck **** when I was screamin' out, "Help me out!"

Tryin' to take some now, boy, you gon' hear a bow

Leave you dead on the couch with one in yo' mouth

Put 50,000 on your head like a spouse

Aye, won't have on me when my dick go pow-wow

And I done poured a fo' of that Act', then I rolled me a blunt from that

Pass me that lighter

I'm in this bitch with a well known supplier

I wan' be just like Michael, yeah, Mike Myers

Your boyfriend cannot see me like a sniper

I get my kush and dopey off a boat

I swear to God, you hit my kush, you choke

My pockets look like bookies like I spoke

Catch your bitch and I make her sing a note

Start at the bottom, went straight to the top

Stop at the middle and pick up a knot

Proceed to the top 'cause ****, you hot

I might give this bitch whatever I got

Yeah, mon, set up a shop

Yeah, mon, roll and I stop

Yeah, mon, president watch

Yeah, mon, Ralph Lauren socks

Yeah, mon

Pass me the lighter, I'm packing the fire

Don't fuck with no liars, Michelin all on my tires

I'm moving the chickens, Mike Tyson

I'm burning these **** like Niacin

I'm speeding, I don't have a license

I'm bombing like Jerry, no Rice

Shooting the clip, but I got me another one

Bussing, you running, no coming, no comment

Came up in the trenches, ****, tryna turn a seven gram into a whole onion

I know the Birdman, I can get them chickens in whenever I want

Give me the word, man, I can call up Baby, I can get them P's here in the morning

Pit in the fire, I'm spitting the fire

I think I'm a dragon, I'm all on the wire

Dressed to impress in my Balmain attire

These **** be singin' like they in the choir

Was I gonna wanna be like Michael, no Myers?

I do not hang with loners, I hang with buyers

**** steal something, his ass goin' in the fryer

I cannot love her, I can just one-night her

Roll up the weed, then

Pass me that lighter

I'm in this bitch with a well known supplier

I wan' be just like Michael, yeah, Mike Myers

Your boyfriend cannot see me like a sniper

I get my kush and dopey off a boat

I swear to God, you hit my kush, you choke

My pockets look like bookies like I spoke

Catch your bitch and I make her sing a note

Start at the bottom, went straight to the top

Stop at the middle and pick up a knot

Proceed to the top 'cause ****, you hot

I might give this bitch whatever I got

Yeah, mon, set up a shop

Yeah, mon, roll and I stop

Yeah, mon, president watch

Yeah, mon, Ralph Lauren socks

Yeah, mon