Lights Out - Young Chris, Fatin Dantzler

You know the motto

Rich niggas ride out

Wealthy niggas fly out

You broke ass niggas continue to walk it out

Started with a pack had to hustle that nigga need to get a new ride

Papa neva there he was a rolling stone mama had to work 2 jobs

24/7 tryna dodge police living like a savage out in these streets

Homie hit me up said he got a new Jack

Now we plotting on the nigga with a new piece

Living like Thor tryna get ourself up

Young outlaws not giving a fuck

Running through these streets tryna get us some rolls

Tryna get us some hoes tryna get a sitting up

Running round wilding thief and strap down

Time to get revenge well i’m where they at now

Got a few niggas on ma list gotta got to the death

Ya’ll pussy ass niggas gotta know

Won’t rest till

Spirit of a hustler

Some people love you some don’t trust you

Never folding under pressure always got to keep it fresher

Spirit of a hustler

Some people love you some don’t trust you

Never folding under pressure always got to

You got to keep it fresher

This here is the final countdown

Turning your lights out, turning your lights out

Turning your lights out

Pull a few triggers we shooting shit up

Running wid a few niggas that don’t give a fuck

When they pull out them choppers they chopping shit down

When they spray your ass down bitch ain’t no getting up

Here to get revenge man, here to do it for ma friends man

Ain’t a whole lot a rapper just some shit they gotta have

And God forgive me for ma sins man

On site ya’ll bitch ass niggas buckle up

I got a snitch then all ma bitch double up

When it’s real I got a grip full of steel

Running down on them field while them niggas hold up

Niggas gotta die, hope you got insurance

Tell em death around the corner, hope your vests is on ya

They go fold when the pressure get up on ya

Pussy you go die