Lights Off (feat. Gunna & Lil Durk)

[Intro: Gunna & Lil Juice]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, **** these niggas up

[Chorus: Gunna]
Restaurant, I'm dinin', I want light sauce (Light sauce)
Twinklin', this my diamonds be wet, when the lights off (Yeah)
[?] always watching, these niggas fake and phony (Phony)
Grind hard, one of my homies gettin' a iced out Rollie (Iced out Rollie)
Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor (Odor)
Fridge full of *******, I pour deuces in my soda (Yeah, soda)
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (Yeah)
Told me I wasn't gon' make it if you ain't grind hard (Huh)

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Look at how far we made it (Made it)
I told 'em they thought I was crazy
Young Gunna been hot (Too hot)
I jumped in the spot and got raided (Raided)
I custom the watch, two-tone the Prezi and Elliot made it (Made it)
These cubans, it look like it's faded (Faded)
We can't do the minimum wages (Nah)
I'm a big dawg, money tall like King Kong (King Kong)
Heard them millions talk, went and bought me three phones
Rockin' VLONE, told the hoe “Leave me VLONE” (Leave me VLONE)
I done cheated [?], cuffin' you, to each his own (To each his own)
Had to find my space, I was just keepin' my mind straight
Why these broke niggas hate? Actin' like they don't know crime pays (Crime pays)
I'm in a different mind, state, runnin' to the M's in a fast pace (Fast)
We love to call it rat race, came out the hood and got good taste (Good taste
Chorus: Gunna]
Restaurant, I'm dinin', I want light sauce (Light sauce)
Twinklin', this my diamonds be wet, when the lights off (Yeah)
[?] always watching, these niggas fake and phony (Phony)
Grind hard, one of my homies gettin' a iced out Rollie (Iced out Rollie)
Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor (Odor)
Fridge full of *******, I pour deuces in my soda (Yeah, soda)
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (Yeah)
Told me I wasn't gon' make it if you ain't grind hard (Huh)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Wake up in the morning, percocets for breakfast (Percocets)
I wake up, she be borin' me, I'm blockin' all my ex's
Get in, top me on the E-way, man I damn near miss my [?]
I can give my ******* anything, I get 'em all baguettes (Yeah, yeah)
It be tough for you, when he come around, that shit be scary
I'm a *******, take care of my block, I'm like my Daddy
I ain't gon' lie, surrounded by some killers, I can't go live
I ain't gon' lie, fightin' a murder with a public defendant, you better not try
I need a trapper *****, ain't tryna trap a *****, runnin' her mouth for shit
She get in her bag for Chanel, she bought some sneakers, ain't even had to ask the ***** (Yeah, yeah)
Down bad broke 'round millionaires, never asked for shit
**** buddy, drug buddy, that's my *****, give her half a ten

[Chorus: Gunna]
Restaurant, I'm dinin', I want light sauce (Light sauce)
Twinklin', this my diamonds be wet, when the lights off (Yeah)
[?] always watching, these niggas fake and phony (Phony)
Grind hard, one of my homies gettin' a iced out Rollie (Iced out Rollie)
Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor (Odor)
Fridge full of *******, I pour deuces in my soda (Yeah, soda)
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (Yeah)
Told me I wasn't gon' make it if you ain't grind hard (Huh)

[Outro: Gunna]
(Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor)
MWA Music
(Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt)
(Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor)
(Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt)