Lighthouse

[Chorus: Corey Patrick]
Poured up too fast, it's gon' smack when I sip it
My diamonds bussin', stay bussin' these seals
I blow you out like a cigarette
Line out the door and it's wrapping around
Turn that shit up when I'm riding around
Flicking ashes like it's Pompeii
'Rona shit shutting shit down
Know when I hit the town, leave that bitch black and blue
These niggas sour
They need a shower, smelling like yellow, no lemons
Pour up a six in the seven
Step out the whip in Margiela's
I'm with the mob, you could never
I swear this shit like Goodfellas
I'm getting bread and you jealous
There still ain't shit they can tell us

[Verse 1: Corey Patrick]
Fly like a flock in the wind with the get up
Before the bag I still walked wit my head up
They fucking with me cause I'm putting it down
4 Bands for the pound
That shit gone lift a bitch up like hydraulics
Don't ask for shit, wouldn't beg for your pardon
Forget a bitch, it's like I blacked out
Bitch I'm up like a crack house
I don't get mad, I get money, gon' run it up
Trade me this Benz for a Lamb'
Feel like the world in my hands
Try for this work in my hands
You gone get popped like a Xan
You gone get dropped like a plan
Talking Verizon, AT&T, these losers cannot compete with me
Dark liquor 'til it's lights out, I'm lit every night like a lighthouse

[Chorus: Corey Patrick]
Poured up too fast, it's gon' smack when I sip it
My diamonds bussin', stay bussin' these seals
I blow you out like a cigarette
Line out the door and it's wrapping around
Turn that shit up when I'm riding around
Flicking ashes like it's Pompeii
'Rona shit shutting shit down
Know when I hit the town, leave that bitch black and blue
These niggas sour
They need a shower, smelling like yellow, no lemons
Pour up a six in the seven
Step out the whip in Margiela's
I'm with the mob, you could never
I swear this shit like Goodfellas
I'm getting bread and you jealous
There still ain't shit they can tell us

[Verse 2: Bootychaaain]
Flock on these bitches, no wings
I cut 'em off like a string
Percocet's talking to me
Know you're not talking to me
Blow 'em down like a chimney
Niggas acting fake then they acting friendly
Bitches is so fake, I can see the envy
Flexing on the 'gram but your pockets empty
Pull up in that Benz
Hit the block so bent
Load the K, them niggas lame
Screaming fuck all your friends

[Chorus: Corey Patrick]
Poured up too fast, it's gon' smack when I sip it
My diamonds bussin', stay bussin' these seals
I blow you out like a cigarette
Line out the door and it's wrapping around
Turn that shit up when I'm riding around
Flicking ashes like it's Pompeii
'Rona shit shutting shit down
Know when I hit the town, leave that bitch black and blue
These niggas sour
They need a shower, smelling like yellow, no lemons
Pour up a six in the seven
Step out the whip in Margiela's
I'm with the mob, you could never
I swear this shit like Goodfellas
I'm getting bread and you jealous
There still ain't shit they can tell us