Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lights Out, artist - Young Chris. Date of issue: 27.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lights Out |
| You know the motto |
| Rich niggas ride out |
| Wealthy niggas fly out |
| You broke ass niggas continue to walk it out |
| Started with a pack had to hustle that nigga need to get a new ride |
| Papa neva there he was a rolling stone mama had to work 2 jobs |
| 24/7 tryna dodge police living like a savage out in these streets |
| Homie hit me up said he got a new Jack |
| Now we plotting on the nigga with a new piece |
| Living like Thor tryna get ourself up |
| Young outlaws not giving a fuck |
| Running through these streets tryna get us some rolls |
| Tryna get us some hoes tryna get a sitting up |
| Running round wilding thief and strap down |
| Time to get revenge well i’m where they at now |
| Got a few niggas on ma list gotta got to the death |
| Ya’ll pussy ass niggas gotta know |
| Won’t rest till |
| Spirit of a hustler |
| Some people love you some don’t trust you |
| Never folding under pressure always got to keep it fresher |
| Spirit of a hustler |
| Some people love you some don’t trust you |
| Never folding under pressure always got to |
| You got to keep it fresher |
| This here is the final countdown |
| Turning your lights out, turning your lights out |
| Turning your lights out |
| Pull a few triggers we shooting shit up |
| Running wid a few niggas that don’t give a fuck |
| When they pull out them choppers they chopping shit down |
| When they spray your ass down bitch ain’t no getting up |
| Here to get revenge man, here to do it for ma friends man |
| Ain’t a whole lot a rapper just some shit they gotta have |
| And God forgive me for ma sins man |
| On site ya’ll bitch ass niggas buckle up |
| I got a snitch then all ma bitch double up |
| When it’s real I got a grip full of steel |
| Running down on them field while them niggas hold up |
| Niggas gotta die, hope you got insurance |
| Tell em death around the corner, hope your vests is on ya |
| They go fold when the pressure get up on ya |
| Pussy you go die |