CHILDISHMUSICLLC - LIGHTER

★ hook ★
Hop in that ting, gone get racks
Money on me, don’t get racks
Lighter on me, don’t get back
Yeah, tinted the 6, let 'em spin it
Gotta kick when i spit and it’s vicious
Hop out, the flow is ridiculous

★ verse ★
Ridiculous body, big body lamborghini
Windows tinted, body-ody caught a body
I come and cough on the beat like a nicotine hobby
That’s how i like it, hashtag
Lil childish, that body dropping kamikaze too
Like a nazi for the price that i paid for these hobbies
In a booth, finna cause a tsunami
Demon on shoulder and he been saying, talking to me
Not a game, coming to me, don’t complain
Make it rain, not a game
On my brain, in my mind, outta time
Cross the line, nigga you crossed thе line
Yeah, simply walking, i do it properly, stopping mе
Gotta copy the copy, i hold the key to the city
Really committed, got the key outta philly
My nigga stop, all them cops keep on lurking in philly
My nigga stop with the rap, you on top of your crop
My nigga stop all the cap, nigga ready or not
These niggas whiggity really wack, is you topping the top?
I’m finna duck it and then run it in the back of the lot
Nigga, no new friends, nigga keep it going till this next check bend
Flooded with the bars, i'm a 6 times 10
80 on my body, i’m too sick for this beat
Matter fact, hold up, no new friends
Ima keep it coming till it go off the end
Mans in the ends, back out a benz
Pull up the tints, sights on the lens
Mask on, we end
★ hook ★
Hop in that ting, gone get racks
Money on me, don’t get racks
Lighter on me, don’t get back
Yeah, tinted the 6, let 'em spin it
Gotta kick when i spit and it’s vicious
Hop out, the flow is ridiculous

★ verse ★
Big boy tingz, new watch nigga
Gotta new vibe nigga, gotta new wife nigga
Gotta few eyes nigga
In love with a foreign, i gotta bad
And i think that she foreign, i get her bad
And she ask for a foreign, ride it around like a rari till morning
Tying me down but it cannot be morning
Cause i gotta hop in the booth till i’m snoring
The foreign go back and forth, it’s like i’m touring
Designer a habit, the prada dior is the backup, i’m snorting
New verses, like they gotta catch up
We ride it around till they come and attack us
The flow is impeccable, i cannot let off the edible
Shawty in love with the decimals
Commas in dip set, said get back
Artificial put the pen to the pad
They cannot tie me down, i am a lion
I move through the underground
Bitch, it’s lil childish, ain’t looking to sign, so don’t come around
They said smoking on me, that’s a quarter pound
I don’t come out for free, that’s a couple thousand
Nigga get in that mosh, it’s another round
I got demons at night and they ride around
Finna dust off your shoulders, don’t come around
Move stick, lower your guard
My nigga, i'm in love with my foes
I don’t really talk, shawty get a lil lower
F be for fun, we gone have in this villa
Niggas really kill for a thrill
I be killing beats and your girl for a thrill
Everyday and night, she gone pop like a pill
We gone light it up for the cap and the real (blrrr)
Big man, gotta big stand in the quicksand
And a big plan, we gone run around like a track meet
They gone add me to the big leagues
Need a big benz and a big lot
And a new estate for a pit stop
Calling wifey, had a have not
And the top down till the hits stop
★ hook ★
Hop in that ting, gone get racks
Money on me, don’t get racks
Lighter on me, don’t get back
Yeah, tinted the 6, let 'em spin it
Gotta kick when i spit and it’s vicious
Hop out, the flow is ridiculous