Neon Lights

[Verse 1: Taylor Bennett]

Mr. Bennett never finished, you can't miss a call

Me and Supa Supa sold out SOB's, New York

Went from Maggie's Palace sellin' reggie out the door

Now I'm thinkin' bigger, motion pictures, foreign cars

Chloe, Jordan, photo texting wasn't here before

Now I hit withdraw, when I hit the mall

Homies from the land poppin' Xans, got withdrawals

Clasp my hands in advance 'cause they just can't get off

I've been given second chances

That shit like my motivation

Just found out I'm sick, I got no time for patience

Tired of waitin'

I know destinations, I don't know locations, I know detonation

Call up Supa, he gon' cook the bacon

[Chorus: Supa Bwe]

Run up on me in the ‘preme and I might kill an ape

And still rock Bape and still rep gang

And still throw signs while my niggas do the same

Cause the phony shit contagious so I let my phone ring

I don't like to conversate for conversation's sake

No more girls who stay up late

Just baby girl and me

Got real sisters outside

Why lie when my life's neon lights?

Real sisters down to ride, and they gon' ride tonight

She put some bad-bad magic on me

Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me

When I'm just tryna stack til a nigga can't see

Maybe break your back til the nigga can't breathe

She put some bad-bad magic on me

Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me

When I'm just tryna stack 'til a nigga can't see

Or maybe break your back 'til the nigga can't breathe

[Verse 2: Taylor Bennett]

I got held down in a spot over some confrontations

No more conversations, if you wanna link then hit my agent

No more weed, I put that down with all my friends that wouldn't make it

All my friends is killers and robbers, some of them couldn't shake it

I relate with shawties, Aretha Franklin and dinner platin'

Hispanic girls with attitudes be them great debaters

My work's a basket, my flow fantastic, this shit's a classic

I bumped the classics that beat the masses

Then preached to masses

I used to roast over roaches until they burned to ashes

And now I'm so far from me, I feel like an open casket

They want the new Taylor Bennett, my posts is post-traumatic

My flow keep goin', you're cul-de-sac and we'll blow ya backward

My clique assassins we're always packin' and never lackin'

I called up Supa for magic, Garçon, you gotta have it

You're bottle cappin', I'm model lappin' with chicks that’s athletes

My reach Jurassic, my shoes ain't matchin', they Easter baskets

I got some twins with me, Nina, Marta, and that's the backup

Some real shawties tell lil' shawties to put some racks up

My money longer, ain’t done evolvin'

This shit's a classic

My money longer, ain’t done evolvin'

This shit's a classic

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]

Tsk, tired of niggas talkin' 'bout "this is the way you gotta do it"

And you go to respect this type of person

And you got to listen to that type of person

Fuck all of that shit (Uh)

I'm doing it the way I wanna do it

Look, I'm (Lil' Boat!) tired of these niggas hatin', and tired of promoters flakin'

So pay me in pre-advance

And if I forget them, book again (Check)

I'm up, up and away

And I'm so loved by the white people

That they could approach me in the back of a dark alley with a black hoodie (True)

It's as real as it gets (True)

It's as strong as a pit's bit, I mean pit's bite

When she walk around in her black tights

Made my jeans tighter

Made my jeans tighter around the crotch area

It's gettin' scary to old heads

'Cause Hip-Hop changing each and every day

And I'm the nigga pickin' out the clothes

I used to sip the fours and I used to fuck every hoe (True)

I still fuck every hoe (True)

I used to plot on the globe (True)

I used to be called a joke (Well), I still get called a joke (Fuck 'em)

But I'm so rich that my ears they only hear ching-ching

My eyes see bling-bling

And everything in between is out the seams all the time (Yeah)

We whoop ass, and then we send a get well card

Then we swipe our black cards

And we don't have backyards (Lil Boat) 'cause we stay on top floors

And we get maids to wipe up all of our marble floors

And we fuck five star, top model class whores

And we still teens, but nigga, we don't do chores

[Chorus: Supa Bwe]

Run up on me in the ‘preme and I might kill an ape

And still rock Bape and still rep gang

And still throw signs while my niggas do the same

Cause the phony shit contagious so I let my phone ring

I don't like to conversate for conversation's sake

No more girls who stay up late

Just baby girl and me

Got real sisters outside

Why lie when my life's neon lights?

Real sisters down to ride, and they gon' ride tonight

She put some bad-bad magic on me

Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me

When I'm just tryna stack til a nigga can't see

Maybe break your back til the nigga can't breathe

She put some bad-bad magic on me

Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me

When I'm just tryna stack 'til a nigga can't see

Or maybe break your back 'til the nigga can't breathe