Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lights Off, artist - Rio Da Yung OG.
Date of issue: 12.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lights Off |
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 me, nigga, don’t grab it |
550 coupe, it’s a 4matic |
Five hundred for a line 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? |