Lights Out-Scooter

Yeah nigga, we real mother f**king working my hood nigga We don't get no sleep We stayed down through them street lights Spots opened day and night We work out trap houses Got a lot of bells pilled up All I want is commas I got a lot of money Everybody know the streets I'm the voice of the streets I just slipped in the project I'm talking 2 hunned dollar rent Plus I ain't got no water bill And I got illegal cable still All I want is commas, I got d**e boy money Black amigo know it's stunting Now I'm million dollar hustling For rapping bout my days of hustling When I was broke and had nothing By any mean necessary, let's go I jump from January to January I got places to go & I got people to see It cost ya 20,000 to here my voice on these beats I cut my girl off its to many fish in the sea Fishscale in the house, its like we at Captain D's It don't bother me that he go more than me You know its loyalty over royalties Got the bail money for you & the lawyer b's I'm selling Florida keys, I'm selling Cali ** My Chinese plug sending pills, its insanity She only 2 already using profanity My amigo friend said I made a bill annually You call them niggas yo robbing crew I call them niggas family Hounds and bills, yeah I know them well Gotta weight my coke with this scale they wait a whale In my trap house, I got that fish scale It's like a nail, sharp the way I work my clientele Six hell form, I'm alone I make the mail Keys to the city, yeah young juice man he the mayor Stupid with the plug, and I'm a jig it off 200 hunned thousand dollars in …mode All I know is ball, in these streets grow 32 free bands and we want it all Drop a 36, dump it like I'm john wall Skrit in the pot now my money in the wall