Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lights Off , by - Rio Da Yung OG. Release date: 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? |