LIGHTA

Mmm Mm-hmm Flaming hot like Frito chips Yo me and CARRTOONS came to kick it hard Style baby, baby, phone been crazy lately Threw it in the wind and now it's gone I feel a lil' lighta, where is my lighta? And how I'm gon' light the dro and spit some more Anywho, trust, if people wanna reach ya then they will Mama said drop your bags, wipe your bags, you is the bag You can't be taking that shit (mmm) You probably got my Bic My flow will light the shit I'm heating up around the world, I'm more established I've seen ten thousand bands at once, I'm a thousand bands in one You probably never wanted this, I'll probably never lighten up I grew up in the Dirty South and I ain't talking country bumps I'm from where the sun is up until we want it gone Sand in the bathroom, grams on the nightstand Coke in her right hand, attitude on her left Flaming hot like Frito chips Yo me and CARRTOONS came to kick it hard Style baby, baby, phone been crazy lately Threw it in the wind and now it's gone I feel a lil' lighta, where is my lighta? And how I'm gon' light the dro and spit some more Anywho, trust, if people wanna reach ya then they will Mama said drop your bags, wipe your bags, you is the bag You can't be taking that (mmm) Labels talking percentages Saying that they be stacking more dividends But see I'm in here for the long haul And I know exactly where the billions is Bar for bar, let's go You talk the talk, I walked it You taught them wrong I'm writing the glossary Bar for bar I fought the noise off With my noise and my voice, it went hoarse I know it's tight in your shoulders A heavy heart in the pit of the grown up They said to the bachelor, "Where's the groom? What's the hold up?" He left and left a note that says, "I don't have enough hands to hold hers" Point of the story, see, kid it's a cold world The more you lighten up, the more the world works for ya Just know I'm living proof, I stay up in the booth Alright flaming hot like Frito chips And me and CARRTOONS came to kick it hard, yeah Style baby, baby, phone been crazy lately Threw it in the wind and now it's gone I feel a lil' lighta, where is my lighta? And how I'm gon' light the dro and spit some more Anywho, trust, if people wanna reach ya then they will Mama said drop your bags, wipe your bags, you is the bag You can't be taking that (mmm)