Light It

[Intro]
Mmh-mmh (Apes)
We that tight
(808 Mafia)

[Chorus]
Zaza, yeah, we gon' light it (Light)
Poppin' percs and Xans (Yeah)
Uh, I'm on a flight (Come on)
Get them racks up on me, hoo
Yeah, my jeans are tight
On the block with apes strapped up with a firestick fight, uh
Keep that racks tight, uh, hold that stick, tight, uh
Fuck your bitch tight, we gon' .44 brain the type (Woo)
I'm the shoot type (Woo), show me the loot type (Woo)
Give her the boot type (Woo), shoot hang out the roof type

[Verse 1]
I'm the type when I shoot up the view (Phew)
Drawl down, then if you move I shoot
Fuck it, then give up and when I get rich, hundred racks to troops (Cash)
Bring a bag of blues, plug talk, truck load the two
Plug walk, that [?] new
Drop a addy, youngings, they shoot
Weigh the staque (Staque), those shooters, they creep like cat (Yeah)
Stop playin' with a bank, [?]
We don't pour no green drank or Wock'
Playin' Ross make the car stop
I'm the type to roll up then block
Come through yo' hood, send them shots (Capo)

[Chorus]Zaza, yeah, we gon' light it (Light)
Poppin' percs and Xans (Yeah)
Uh, I'm on a flight (Come on)
Get them racks up on me, hoo
Yeah, my jeans are tight
On the block with apes strapped up with a firestick fight, uh
Keep that racks tight, uh, hold that stick, tight, uh
Fuck your bitch tight, we gon' .44 brain the type (Woo)
I'm the shoot type (Woo), show me the loot type (Woo)
Give her the boot type (Woo), shoot hang out the roof type

[Verse 2]
I'm a big choppa, I get them bitches cheap
Get racks, I'm a big capper (Capper)
I'll serve you for a, 'fore you get wacked [?]
I'm a big clapper (Wet), I'll knock you off your feet
And when you havin' big cheddar, these hoes gon' fuck for free
And that's that, I'ma bright down, got 'em, send a bitch (And that's that)
I'ma welcome 'em up, then send 'em through the mail (And that's that)
We gotta suck 'em up and serve 'em up with the scale (And that's that)
Bitch, I'm one of for one, one of a kind, I'm rare (And that's that)

[Chorus]
Zaza, yeah, we gon' light it (Light)
Poppin' percs and Xans (Yeah)
Uh, I'm on a flight (Come on)
Get them racks up on me, hoo
Yeah, my jeans are tight
On the block with apes strapped up with a firestick fight, uh
Keep that racks tight, uh, hold that stick, tight, uh
Fuck your bitch tight, we gon' .44 brain the type (Woo)
I'm the shoot type (Woo), show me the loot type (Woo)
Give her the boot type (Woo), shoot hang out the roof type