Tres Spidas - LIGHTS (feat. MAXCOPIUM) Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, rollin' up bucks never rollin' up blunts cause I ain't really into that
Got a couple diamonds on my watch smellin' like Versace got 50K on my hat
Let me shed some light on this mic ignite the night illuminate the dark take flight
Creepin' up lights start to flicker get the money quicker
Watchin' proud as my bands get thicker
If you switch sides even though I give you rides don't you dare say that we friends
With a gun in my holster like Woody I'm a boaster shut up buzz we can't make amends
In this world of betrayal there is no right trail and this we all know is true
Sad to think there are people out there who talk like rats even more than hamster poo
You the gun son I'm the trigger run shootin' you I'm copium
Bum sluggin' thugs this ain't hockey like you think I give a puck
Yo never cause a ruck cause
We shootin' feathers with our guns makin' duck fuzz
Yo mambo bruh give me a break yo speed me up cuh
Gonna get it done I finna shoot you with my gun
I be prayin' on your fall like Ignacio and Nun
So I'm beggin' that you'll run money's never just for fun
Just for Drake and 21 tweedledee and tweedledum
I be jawline like I'm gum chewing bubble till I yum
I be rockin' like I'm sum but my dad ain't 41
I come to your house and I walk in like I own the place yo cause like
Lowkey
I never cause a ruck cuz
Oh you don't like my duck fuzz
Mambo
Credit cards lucky stars DJ Cope gives his regards
Make a break cash a check we in and out like hotwax beck
In and out is here to stay what you think you doin' Chick-fil-A
Charge too much bread for not enough chicken
Franchise everywhere till we're poverty stricken
Yuh put on your game face
They neck and neck, this ain't no foot race
Fight till death do us part it's my birthplace
Singapore ain't got coffins you go straight to the gates
Were you planning on talking before
I'll beat you to the ground now your lip sore It wasn't worth it
Now I'll talk to God and repent for my sins
It's not over till you see there's nobody who wins
There's nobody who wins yeah
There's nobody who wins yeah
There's nobody who wins yeah
Shut your mouth face the crowd call your mom lights out
There's nobody who wins yeah
There's nobody who wins yeah
There's nobody who wins yeah
Shut your mouth face the crowd call your mom lights out
Lights out
I'm tryna forge my own path
You will not have the last laugh
Making hits like it's a splash
Counting up all my racks
Hanging up all my plaques
My room is so shiny it'll make you collapse
I'm tryna find truth but I just hear cap
You leave me no choice but to rap
Break you down
I'll turn you to scrap
Make you a man of the past
I come in first how could I ever be last
Yeah yeah
Throw it down like I'm a quarterback
Give me my change I want my quarter back
Count up my cash look at my stacks
Make a move on my money I might just
Attack
I stand on my racks and I'm taller than shaq
Poster you down and make you relaxed
Make you go sleep
Make you go night night
Hope you can see hope you get your sight right