Young Thug - Pa** Me The Lighter lyrics

[Chorus] Pa** me that lighter, I'm in dis bih' wid 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 b**h 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 n***a you hot I might give dis bih' whatever I got [Hook] Yeah mon, set up a shop Yeah mon, roll and I stop Hey man, president watch Hey mon, Ralph Lauren socks Yeah mon! [Verse 1: Young Thug] Skeet off a rollie, I pull up on bae Mama a** so big she taking up space, that sh** in the way All of my diamonds they wet, I feel I got 'em out the sea Pull up on shorty you know that I'm kicking the sh** 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 f** n***a when I was screamin' out "help me out!" Tryin' to take some now boy, you gon' hear about Leave you dead on the couch with one in yo' mouth Put 50,000 on your head like a spouse Aye, won't have me when my dick go "Pow! Wow!" And I done poured a fo' of that Act', then I rolled me a blunt from that [Chorus] Pa** me that lighter, I'm in dis bih' wid 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 b**h 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 n***a you hot I might give dis bih' whatever I got [Hook] Yeah mon, set up a shop Yeah mon, roll and I stop Hey man, president watch Hey mon, Ralph Lauren socks Yeah mon! [Verse 2: MPA Duke] Pa** me the lighter, I'm packing the fire Don't f** with no liars, Michelin all on my tires I'm moving the chickens - Mike Tyson I'm burning these n***a like Niacin I'm speeding, I don't have a licence 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 trenches and n***a trying to turn a 7 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 n***a 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 n***as steal something, his a** goin' in the fryer I cannot love her, I can just one-night her Roll up the weed then [Chorus] Pa** me that lighter, I'm in dis bih' wid 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 b**h 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 n***a you hot I might give dis bih' whatever I got [Hook] Yeah mon, set up a shop Yeah mon, roll and I stop Hey man, president watch Hey mon, Ralph Lauren socks Yeah mon!