(Fuck, yuh)
(Aye, aye)
(Yuh)
(Hit the lights, hit the lights)
Aye, hit the lights, hit the lights
Something about this feels nice
Make you play this song twice
I'm gonna get my money right
I'm gonna get my own nights
I'm gonna get my own flights
Take my own advice
A lonely soldier in the night
Switching change, switching lanes
Getting paid don't feel the same
Fuck yo bitch, I feel no shame
Fuck my bitch, she so insane
Lonely soldier I remain
Ask me how I feel today
Made a few mistakes, drifting so I stay away
This that steel armor on my body
Boots in matching white Armani
Couple blades up on me
Know they steady plotting
Yeah, I ain't worried
Got a fucking gang I like to call my army
Except they never call me, aye
This ain't a sad song shawty, this is something to make you bounce to
Thinking 'bout you, especially when the clouds move
Some even down like a sniper shooter
Except I'm bulletproof
Never switch up on myself, I always stay true
Midnight, turn out the lights
The night reflect off the Louis
Fuckboy's lenses keep on bending
That reflection, hit my mental
Like some clockwork fixture
Shawty I fuck wit'cha
Time moves so much quicker
Take a mental picture
Cause we cruising through the stars
And the end of the road so far
It feels something premature
Imma hit that turbo to the dark
Cause we all alone
Skyline on the row
And it sits so low
You can catch that motherfucking spark
In the dark
I reside, catch a glimpse up of my eyes
All black rim D-dub mine flys
With the raining gone to match the eyes
Catch you fuckboys telling lies
Tell 'em, catch my .45
In my blood-red, retro J's
In retrospective, by the way
Come through the crowd
Let's get away
We can fly my Nissan outer space
We can push some pedals in the void
Cause you my looter, I'm your boy
Just me 'n you
My R32
And speakers so you can hear my voice