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)