Lyrics Lightbeam - Lil Skies, NoCap

Lightbeam

Yeah, smoking out the pound of P
I got a plan like Master P
Told her everything ain’t what it seem
Okay, you got a light on you, a beam
I’m the king of all her dreams
Super fresh like Listerine
Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams
Mardi Gras, a party ting
Open up, don’t tell a thing
Okay, keep a secret, ride with me
Drop the top and catch a vibe
Pockets on the lottery
Yeah, balling we spendin the bag
If I give you everything
Would you go pop these tags?
If I was down bad
Would you give all you had?
I just wanna make you laugh
I don’t wanna make you mad
I don’t wanna make you sad
I just wanna make you glad, yeah
Swervin' off up in the car
Babygirl goin' too fast
Babygirl gotta brag
Babygirl way too different
Shawty, she don’t ever listen
I’m Jordan, she Scottie Pippen
Ayy, go to the moon for a vacay
That is my lil' baby
She be drivin' me cray-cray
Might load up my AK
I’ma walk down right on that street
I’ma tell that boy come to me
I’ma tell him to take a seat
I’ma shoot him and his BB
Oh, yeah
Drivin' the car, that suburban
Lil' baby go sit on my lap
She ridin' my dick while I’m swervin'
I busted my nuts on her tits
She seein' my kids in person
And she keep a Glock in the girdle
Pull it out and she makin' 'em hurdle
Oh, yeah, she makin' 'em nervous
One-five, we keep it the service
And I got the drugs like a merchant
Cap callin', he sayin' it’s urgent
He callin', he check on my purchase
I got it, my nigga, I earned it
I flipped it and sold it and burned it
I went to the land with the Persians
Yeah, smoking out the pound of P
I got a plan like Master P
Told her everything ain’t what it seem
Okay, you got a light on you, a beam
I’m the king of all her dreams
Super fresh like Listerine
Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams
Mardi Gras, a party ting
Open up, don’t tell a thing
Okay, keep a secret, ride with me
Drop the top and catch a vibe
Pockets on the lottery
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, it be like
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Yeah)
If I go to the grave, it’s gon' be hard to replace me
Cartier shades just to hide intoxication
I go crazy for that money, insane for that paper
I got shooters on demand, we ain’t payin' for no cable
Vampire, count that money in the dark
I tote that stingray, but I know that I’m a shark
I split that lil' bitch wig, then I tell her play her part
I still’ll shoot this bitch, I know I’m hangin' 'round stars
You in my hand, somethin' like sanitizer
And I won’t argue 'bout who get higher
I ain’t stuntin' that nigga 'cause I get way flyer
Eat every beat that I’m on, these tracks like appetizers
Ayy, Lil Skies, you good?
What you on?
Yeah, smoking out the pound of P
I got a plan like Master P
Told her everything ain’t what it seem
Okay, you got a light on you, a beam
I’m the king of all her dreams
Super fresh like Listerine
Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams
Mardi Gras, a party ting
Open up, don’t tell a thing
Okay, keep a secret, ride with me
Drop the top and catch a vibe
Pockets on the lottery