Lightshow - Need A Lighter lyrics

[Verse 1: Lightshow] I like my b**hes bossy This lip cost 30 [?] A couple grammys on me now, I'm tryna get 'em off me I'm tryna get a Grammy A beach house in Miami My b**h 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 [?] That mean I ain't stoppin', turn up like I ain't poppin' n***a who is you and where you from? you ain't poppin' f** you call his phone for if you ain't shopping Rather not do club hopping, I like bank hopping Walk out that b**h with them bags like I'm bank robbing Don't compare us to these n***as cause they ain't mobbing They starving, b**h I'm cooking like I'm J. Harden Watch young n***a go and get it quick as Klay [?] If you ain't getting digits, n***a say nothing [Hook: Lightshow] We got the all the d**, we just need the lighters We got army guns like the f**ing fighters Let that b**h 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** it, cut the lights off, diamonds lit Couple VVS's on my neck the way my diamonds hit I was 13, robbin' n***as, drinking that brown b**h Riding in a drop with a Glock and a f**ing 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**hes break their neck, hold up Pull up on you in a ghost, hold up Pull up, break your b**h's throat, hold up n***as think I make money rapping but b**h I'm still selling dope I'm in DC with my n***a Lightshow Went to Avianne now my f**ing ice glow And I keep a pistol everywhere that I go I don't need no f**ing shooter, young Savage gon' blow [Hook: Lightshow] We got the all the d**, we just need the lighters We got army guns like the f**ing fighters Let that b**h 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** is bright Please don't hit the lights, this prescription in my Sprite Please don't hit the lights, chopper on the seat on sight Please don't hit the lights, I might have to spend the night At the jailhouse, wait inside that b**h 'til I get bailed out Outed by a black cop, damn he a sellout Most these n***as rats, they walkin' 'round here with they tail out Ain't eyeballing sh**, I whip this motherf**ing scale out I thank god for rap but I'm a motherf**ing trap god Lot of n***as down so my first speed dial is my strap though I didn't go to college, I rap automatics, cap guys Finna pull up really really really deep like a capper We get product and we split that sh** up like a hat pie My b**h like to cook, hope she put lobster in the potpie AR-15 bullet 'bout to sing like there's a [?] Wore that b**h's own designer bag like a flat guy