At The Light

Yeah

Drac' shot blow a fuck-nigga back out (rrah)
I been out spinnin' for days tryna catch me an opp
'Cause I need somethin' new I can rap 'bout (talk 'bout)
Sneak dissin' the gang or mentionin' lil' bro name
Boy, that's some shit you'll get clapped 'bout (you dyin')
Brought a M to the trenches, cashed out on a couple of strikers
And bought like three hundred Blackouts
Rollin' the dice against us, you gon' crap out (know that)
Top was walkin' around the O and got fapped down (dumbass)
Any nigga pushed up on us, we got down (know that)
Free Three, can't wait 'til bro get back down
My nigga fiendin' for blood, but we not hounds (we not)
Drac' shot go, "Grrah," that's how that sound
High-speed chase on the E-way, we southbound (we gone)
He was tryna swim the sharks and he got drowned (dumbass)
He still movin', hold on, spin back 'round
Don't trust me, bitch, I'm shiesty and low down
Fill an opp nigga with some shots, leave him poled down
I was finna say who I killed, Backend told me, "Slow down"
Catch an opp, Yung Joc, it's gon' go down
Pull up tweakin', lil' bro 'nem gon' throw down (rrah, rrah)
Brick got 'em gone, call the plug for some more pounds
If the opps get booked, then we shuttin' the show down
If the shit make money, it make sense (make it)
He was tryna duck by a car, got his face hit
Amiri jeans for a regular day fit
Spinnin' on opps, that's regular day shit (come here, come here)
Z Money 'nem been on that gay shit (they gay ass)
If you get snatched, you don't gotta say shit (you don't)
We don't play certain shit, so watch who you play with
Wanna make some lil' bread? Tell me who you bank with
I made a M off this shit, I can't quit (I can't)
What the fuck is 10K? That ain't shit
I don't want the drank if it ain't Tris (I don't)
I hate Vecs how everybody hate Chris (you know that)
You got a switch, you can't miss (can't)
If you ain't killed shit, you can't diss
Boy, this ain't that and it ain't this (it ain't)
The whole TG, we spank shit (lay belt)
You goin' out sad, you wifin' a stank bitch
Bro doin' life in the joint 'cause he shank shit
10 mil' hit harder than Tank hit (you know that)
I'm the king of the hill on some Hank shit
Trackhawk Jeep, that's to get us away quick (we gone)
You'll get shot in the face if you claimin' that A shit
Bitch, get the fuck on with that callin' me bae shit
Got booked with a gun, you ain't blow, boy, that's in the way shit (your dumb ass)
If you rock the opps, better stay in the house
If we catch him in traffic, we airin' him out (rrah)
They give a Famous a bond, then I'm bailin' him out
You could turn off your lo', we trailin' him now (we got him)
Jumped on the E-way, so we headin' down south (fuck)
I'm killin' him and the bitch, bro, I'm tellin' you now
He know we on him, he switchin' his routes
If he finna stop at this light, bro, I'm nailin' him now (we gettin' his ass)