Lights Off

(It's a Wayne beat)
 What up, Wayne?
 Yeah, you might hear a Scatpack or somethin' in the background
 'Cause we outside with this shit, literally, ayy
 Don't turn the lights on, I got my ice on
 Don't turn the lights on, I got my ice on
 In the spot with a zip of dope 'til the hype's gone
 On the Eastside with a strap gettin' ice gone
 Don't turn the lights on, I got my ice on
 Don't turn the lights on, I got my ice on
 Ironic how my niggas sold a B off an iPhone
 You ain't gotta turn the lights on, I got my ice on
 Know my chains dancin'
 Bitch, I got my ice on, why you starin' at me?
 Went to Gary, gave him twenty-five, we was both happy
 Ugly nigga, VVS's on, and my fro nappy
 Forty thousand on me, lookin' so chubby
 Got it hangin' out the pocket, torch on mе, nigga, don't grab it
 550 coupe, it's a 4matic
 Five hundred for a linе of Wock', I'm a dope addict
 You ain't gotta turn the lights on, I went to Golden Sun
 392 Durango in the hood, this the only one
 Twenty racks cash, that's for Cass, that's my only son
 Don't try to go to war with us, that lil' Draco your only gun
 Don't turn the lights on, I got my ice on
 Don't turn the lights on, I got my ice on
 In the spot with a zip of dope 'til the hype's gone
 On the Eastside with a strap gettin' ice gone
 Don't turn the lights on, I got my ice on
 Don't turn the lights on, I got my ice on
 Ironic how my niggas sold a B off an iPhone
 You ain't gotta turn the lights on, I got my ice on
 You ain't gotta turn the lights on 'cause I'm very icy
 Don't ask to hit my cup, this bitch very pricey
 When he got codeine in his system, that's when Jerry nicer
 Ten 'bows of cavities, I gotta meet Barry Friday
 He threw 'em from LA, I hut-hut, 42, Jerry Rice 'em
 Niggas wonder what my chains cost, go ask Gary nicely
 Thirty pointers in the link got me skateboarding, Flint crisis
 Neck full of aqua, but I hate water
 Brodie sold me four ounces of Wock' for eight and a quarter
 Dope fiend, I been drinkin' lean since eight this morning
 Pockets stuffed, I'm never hungry, I ate this morning
 Baby Ghost pulled up on me 10 a.m.
 with two straps like I ate this morning
 Only made seven racks, I hate this morning
 Plus my lawyer called me with a court date, I might break this morning
 Cooked a zip of dope, took it to the fiend like, "Break this for me"
 So many up and downs when you rich, make me hate this money
 Aw shit, that's just my chains movin' 'round again
 Just got some old J's from 58, I'm finna move around with them
 I might pull up with an FN, shootin' out a fin
 We don't hate, but if you ridin' twenty-eights,
 we might shoot at your rims
 Don't think we finna ride around with K's, boy, I shoot at brims
 'Nother hundred pounds of cavities, we flew that in
 Your bitch keep complaining 'bout her back 'cause I blew that in
 You ridin' 'round with a hundred hundreds, I been blew that ten
 Hit the corner in the Trackhawk, they like, "Who that is?"
 Bitch, I ain't goin' back and forth with you, I used to shoot at kids
 Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
 I can't turn the fuckin' lights on 'cause I got my ice on
 That's disrespectful
 So if you see me in this bitch,
 don't turn the lights on, 'cause I got my ice on
 If the club close, don't turn the lights on, 'cause I got my ice on
 And you hear my chains talkin' in the back, nigga
 And I did this shit outside, man
 Ghetto Boyz shit, we run the world
 Goddamnit
 Thirty racks on me, goddamnit, in the hood
 In my pajamas, nigga ain't gon' touch me, you know what I'm sayin'?
 Free the whole ghetto, y'all know what the fuck goin' on
 We did this shit off the br— off the mic, nigga
 Off the mic, nigga, not the white, nigga
 We don't sell drugs, bro, we sell punchlines and bars
 I'm finna go sell an ounce of rap right now
 Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?