[Intro: Lightshow]
She look like Barbie, I ain't no Ken, though, you know
She look like Barbie, I ain't no Ken, though (Ayy)
[Chorus: Lightshow]
She look like Barbie, I ain't no Ken, though (Woah, woah)
I smoke good Marley with all my kinfolk (Woah, woah)
I got a bag, but bro, I done been broke (I done been broke)
Man, fuck your badge, I ain't got no info (Oh, no)
I went to jail for the shit I didn't know (For the shit I didn't know)
Still buy them bales from you if your ticket low (If your ticket low)
Same clothes all week, get the dough, get the dough (Woah, woah)
In the snow, in the cold, get the dough (Woah, woah)
[Verse 1: Lightshow]
I feel like 12 watchin', somethin' tell me 12 listenin'
Know you niggas hating, I don't do no well-wishin'
All these extra grams got the fuckin' scale trippin'
Trap phone goin' ham as soon as the mail get in
We got operations, get that dough my occupation
Ain't got lots of patience, send him straight to operation
I'm just navigatin' through these streets, no fabrication
Heard you comin' home, you beat that case, congratulations
I've been meditatin', medicatin', levitatin'
On that medication, that good life like a celebration
I'm a hustler, baby, might be in heaven sellin' pastry
I got no words for no law, just tell 'em place me, yeah, yeah
She look like Barbie, I ain't no Ken, though, you know
She look like Barbie, I ain't no Ken, though (Ayy)
[Chorus: Lightshow]
She look like Barbie, I ain't no Ken, though (Woah, woah)
I smoke good Marley with all my kinfolk (Woah, woah)
I got a bag, but bro, I done been broke (I done been broke)
Man, fuck your badge, I ain't got no info (Oh, no)
I went to jail for the shit I didn't know (For the shit I didn't know)
Still buy them bales from you if your ticket low (If your ticket low)
Same clothes all week, get the dough, get the dough (Woah, woah)
In the snow, in the cold, get the dough (Woah, woah)
[Verse 1: Lightshow]
I feel like 12 watchin', somethin' tell me 12 listenin'
Know you niggas hating, I don't do no well-wishin'
All these extra grams got the fuckin' scale trippin'
Trap phone goin' ham as soon as the mail get in
We got operations, get that dough my occupation
Ain't got lots of patience, send him straight to operation
I'm just navigatin' through these streets, no fabrication
Heard you comin' home, you beat that case, congratulations
I've been meditatin', medicatin', levitatin'
On that medication, that good life like a celebration
I'm a hustler, baby, might be in heaven sellin' pastry
I got no words for no law, just tell 'em place me, yeah, yeah
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