Lighta

Mmm
 Mm-hmm
 Flaming hot like Frito chips
 Yo me and CARRTOONS came to kick it hard
 Style baby, baby, phone been crazy lately
 Threw it in the wind and now it's gone
 I feel a lil' lighta, where is my lighta?
 And how I'm gon' light the dro and spit some more
 Anywho, trust, if people wanna reach ya then they will
 Mama said drop your bags, wipe your bags, you is the bag
 You can't be taking that shit (mmm)
 You probably got my Bic
 My flow will light the shit
 I'm heating up around the world, I'm more established
 I've seen ten thousand bands at once, I'm a thousand bands in one
 You probably never wanted this, I'll probably never lighten up
 I grew up in the Dirty South and I ain't talking country bumps
 I'm from where the sun is up until we want it gone
 Sand in the bathroom, grams on the nightstand
 Coke in her right hand, attitude on her left
 Flaming hot like Frito chips
 Yo me and CARRTOONS came to kick it hard
 Style baby, baby, phone been crazy lately
 Threw it in the wind and now it's gone
 I feel a lil' lighta, where is my lighta?
 And how I'm gon' light the dro and spit some more
 Anywho, trust, if people wanna reach ya then they will
 Mama said drop your bags, wipe your bags, you is the bag
 You can't be taking that (mmm)
 Labels talking percentages
 Saying that they be stacking more dividends
 But see I'm in here for the long haul
 And I know exactly where the billions is
 Bar for bar, let's go
 You talk the talk, I walked it
 You taught them wrong I'm writing the glossary
 Bar for bar I fought the noise off
 With my noise and my voice, it went hoarse
 I know it's tight in your shoulders
 A heavy heart in the pit of the grown up
 They said to the bachelor, "Where's the groom? What's the hold up?"
 He left and left a note that says, "I don't have enough hands to hold hers"
 Point of the story, see, kid it's a cold world
 The more you lighten up, the more the world works for ya
 Just know I'm living proof, I stay up in the booth
 Alright flaming hot like Frito chips
 And me and CARRTOONS came to kick it hard, yeah
 Style baby, baby, phone been crazy lately
 Threw it in the wind and now it's gone
 I feel a lil' lighta, where is my lighta?
 And how I'm gon' light the dro and spit some more
 Anywho, trust, if people wanna reach ya then they will
 Mama said drop your bags, wipe your bags, you is the bag
 You can't be taking that (mmm)