Neon Lights (feat. Supa Bwe & Lil Yachty)

[00:11.17] Mr. Bennett never finished, you can't miss a call
[00:14.01] Me and Supa Supa sold out SOB's, New York
[00:16.76] Went from Maggie's Palace probably sellin' reggie out the door
[00:19.38] Now I'm thinkin' bigger, motion pictures, foreign cars
[00:22.20] Chloe, Jordan, photo texting wasn't here before
[00:24.88] Now I hit withdraw, when I hit the mall
[00:27.70] Homies from the land poppin' Xans, got withdrawals
[00:30.25] Clasp my hands in advance 'cause they just can't get off
[00:32.96] I've been given second chances
[00:34.57] That shit like my motivation
[00:35.72] Just found out I'm sick, I got no time for patience
[00:37.81] Tired of waitin'
[00:38.54] I know destinations, I don't know locations, I know detonation
[00:41.89] Call up Supa, he gon' cook the bacon Run up on me in the ‘preme and I might kill an ape
[00:45.30] And still rock Bape and still rep gang
[00:48.96] And still throw signs while my niggas do the same
[00:51.50] Cause the phony shit contagious so I let my phone ring
[00:54.36] I don't like to conversate for conversation's sake
[00:59.65] No more girls who stay up late
[01:03.26] Just baby girl and me
[01:05.10] Got real sisters outside
[01:07.32] Why lie when my life's neon lights?
[01:10.87] Real sisters down to ride, and they gon' ride tonight
[01:14.77] She put some bad-bad magic on me
[01:18.26] Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me
[01:21.04] We're not just tryna stack til a nigga can't see
[01:23.84] Maybe break your back til the nigga can't breathe
[01:26.89] She put some bad-bad magic on me
[01:29.15] Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me
[01:32.05] We're not just tryna stack til a nigga can't see
[01:34.62] Or maybe break your back til the nigga can't breathe I got held down in a spot over some confrontations
[01:40.85] No more conversations, if you wanna link then hit my agent
[01:43.77] No more weed, I put that down with all my friends that wouldn't make it
[01:46.25] All my friends is killers and robbers, some of them couldn't shake it
[01:49.25] I relate with shawties, Aretha Franklin and [?]
[01:51.51] Hispanic girls with attitudes be them great debaters
[01:54.61] My work's a basket, my flow fantastic, this shit's a classic
[01:57.30] I bumped the classics that beat the masses, then preached to masses
[02:00.43] I used to roast over roaches until they burned to ashes
[02:02.89] And now I'm so far from me, I feel like an open casket
[02:05.60] They want the new Taylor Bennett, my posts is
[02:07.78] Post-traumatic
[02:08.49] My flow keep goin', you're cul-de-sac and we'll blow ya backward
[02:11.16] My clique assassins we're always packin' and never lackin'
[02:13.78] I called up Supa for magic, Garçon, you gotta have it
[02:16.26] You're bottle cappin', I'm model lappin' with chicks that's athletes
[02:19.41] My reach Jurassic, my shoes ain't matchin', they Easter baskets
[02:22.01] I got some twins with me, Nina, Marta, and that's the backup
[02:24.69] Some real shawties tell lil' shawties to put some racks up
[02:27.50] My money longer, ain't done evolvin' This shit's a classic
[02:30.12] My money longer, ain't done evolvin' This shit's a classic Tsk, tired of niggas talkin' 'bout "this is the way you got to do it"
[02:36.14] And you go to respect this type of person
[02:37.76] And you got to listen to that type of person
[02:39.34] Fuck all of that shit (uhh)
[02:41.31] I'm doing it the way I wanna do it
[02:42.96] Look, I'm (Lil' Boat!) tired of these niggas hatin', and tired of promoters flakin'
[02:46.45] So pay me in pre-advance
[02:47.60] And if I forget them, book again (check)
[02:49.27] I'm up, up and away
[02:50.37] And I'm so loved by the white people
[02:51.65] That they could approach me in the back of a dark alley with a black hoodie (true)
[02:54.75] It's as real as it gets (true)
[02:56.00] It's as strong as a pit's bit, I mean pit's bite
[02:58.16] When she walk around in her black tights
[02:59.96] Made my jeans tighter
[03:00.91] Made my jeans tighter around the crotch area
[03:03.17] It's gettin scary to old heads
[03:05.16] 'Cause Hip-Hop changing each and every day
[03:07.32] And I'm the nigga pickin' out the clothes
[03:08.92] I used to sip the fours and I used to fuck every hoe (true)
[03:11.44] I still fuck every hoe (true)
[03:12.96] I used to plot on the globe (true)
[03:14.68] I used to be called a joke (well), I still get called a joke (fuck 'em)
[03:17.11] But I'm so rich that my ears they only hear ching-ching
[03:19.26] My eyes see bling-bling
[03:20.96] And everything in between is out the seams all the time (yeah)
[03:23.81] We whoop ass, and then we send a get well card
[03:26.34] Then we swipe our black cards
[03:27.86] And we don't have backyards (Lil Boat) 'cause we stay on top floors
[03:30.15] And we get maids to wipe up all of our marble floors
[03:33.12] And we fuck five star, top model class whores
[03:35.97] And we still teens, but nigga, we don't do chores Run up on me in the ‘preme and I might kill an ape
[03:40.78] And still rock Bape and still rep gang
[03:43.44] And still throw signs while my niggas do the same
[03:45.96] Cause the phony shit contagious so I let my phone ring
[03:49.04] I don't like to conversate for conversation's sake
[03:54.45] No more girls who stay up late
[03:57.59] Just baby girl and me
[03:59.87] Got real sisters outside
[04:01.78] Why lie when my life's neon lights?
[04:05.40] Real sisters down to ride, and they gon' ride tonight
[04:10.44] She put some bad-bad magic on me
[04:12.83] Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me
[04:15.45] We're not just tryna stack til a nigga can't see
[04:18.55] Or maybe break your back til the nigga can't breathe
[04:21.61] She put some bad-bad magic on me
[04:24.30] Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me
[04:26.44] We're not just tryna stack til a nigga can't see
[04:29.12] Or maybe break your back til the nigga can't breathe
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