Lightbeam

[Intro: Playboi Carti] (I just told Richie we rich) [Chorus: Lil Skies] Yeah, smoking out the pound of P I got a plan like Master P Told her everything ain't what it seem Okay, you got a light on you, a beam I'm the king of all her dreams Super fresh like Listerine Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams Mardi Gras, a party ting Open up, don't tell a thing Okay, keep a secret, ride with me Drop the top and catch a vibe Pockets on the lottery [Verse 1: Lil Skies] Yeah, balling we spendin the bag If I give you everything Would you go pop these tags? If I was down bad Would you give all you had? I just wanna make you laugh I don't wanna make you mad I don't wanna make you sad I just wanna make you glad, yeah Swervin' off up in the car Babygirl goin' too fast Babygirl gotta brag Babygirl way too different Shawty, she don't ever listen I'm Jordan, she Scottie Pippen Ayy, go to the moon for a vacay That is my lil' baby She be drivin' me cray-cray Might load up my AK I'ma walk down right on that street I'ma tell that boy come to me I'ma tell him to take a seat I'ma shoot him and his BB Oh, yeah Drivin' the car, that suburban Lil' baby go sit on my lap She ridin' my dick while I'm swervin' I busted my nuts on her tits She seein' my kids in person And she keep a Glock in the girdle Pull it out and she makin' 'em hurdle Oh, yeah, she makin' 'em nervous One-five, we keep it the service And I got the drugs like a merchant Cap callin', he sayin' it's urgent He callin', he check on my purchase I got it, my nigga, I earned it I flipped it and sold it and burned it I went to the land with the Persians [Chorus: Lil Skies] Yeah, smoking out the pound of P I got a plan like Master P Told her everything ain't what it seem Okay, you got a light on you, a beam I'm the king of all her dreams Super fresh like Listerine Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams Mardi Gras, a party ting Open up, don't tell a thing Okay, keep a secret, ride with me Drop the top and catch a vibe Pockets on the lottery [Bridge: Lil Skies] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, it be like Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh (Yeah) [Verse 2: NoCap] If I go to the grave, it's gon' be hard to replace me Cartier shades just to hide intoxication I go crazy for that money, insane for that paper I got shooters on demand, we ain't payin' for no cable Vampire, count that money in the dark I tote that stingray, but I know that I'm a shark I split that lil' bitch wig, then I tell her play her part I still'll shoot this bitch, I know I'm hangin' 'round stars You in my hand, somethin' like sanitizer And I won't argue 'bout who get higher I ain't stuntin' that nigga 'cause I get way flyer Eat every beat that I'm on, these tracks like appetizers Ayy, Lil Skies, you good? What you on? [Chorus: Lil Skies] Yeah, smoking out the pound of P I got a plan like Master P Told her everything ain't what it seem Okay, you got a light on you, a beam I'm the king of all her dreams Super fresh like Listerine Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams Mardi Gras, a party ting Open up, don't tell a thing Okay, keep a secret, ride with me Drop the top and catch a vibe Pockets on the lottery