Lights out, Pt. 4

[Intro]
"Nigga where the fuck is you at?"
"I've been calling you all goddamn day."
"Nigga said he was gon' call me back."
Warner
"Post-traumatic."
"Yo."
"Listen, darling."
"Ay, hold on, uhm."

[Verse]
All you niggas want smoke? I got static, huh
Christian Dior on my shirt when I fly to LA, then Orlando, then [?], huh
When it's me on the beat, know that I'm wreaking my havoc, uh
Swear a nigga ain't have shit, now I'm mad rich
In the crib with a bad bitch, she a side chick, with a side nigga
Guess that's life when your life's bigger
The price is right, I might write wit' ya', not right for ya', cause I write hitters
Don't want 'em all stealing my Red
Red dotty, boy I'm on your head
They got me rapping all different
To show you I'm better cause I was born the best, uh

[Chorus]
Blowing smoke on the roadway
Lights out, go figure
Nice house, where the roads bigger
Better watch out, they gon' roll wit' you
Can't trust no niggas
Pop the task, or we pull the trigger
Bigger bag, I'mma touch a figure
Close bitch, gold digger
Blowing smoke on the roadway
Lights out, go figure
Nice house, where the roads bigger
Better watch out, they gon' roll wit' you
Can't trust no niggas
Pop the task, or we pull the trigger
Bigger bag, I'mma touch a figure
Close bitch, gold digger