Need A Lighter Lightshow (Ft. 21 Savage)

[Verse 1: Lightshow]
I like my bitches bossy
This Lacoste fit, it cost me
A couple grammys on me now, I'm tryna get 'em off me
I'm tryna get a Grammy
And beach house in Miami
My bitch might need a Beamer
Right now she drive a Camry
That hundred round like family
I ride around with it
Might hit a lick and smoke a pound
I'm really down with it
If I see them lights flash I'ma down hill it
That mean I ain't stoppin', turn up like I ain't poppin'
Nigga who is you and where you from? you ain't poppin'
Fuck you call this phone for if you ain't shopping
Rather not do club hopping, I like bank hopping
Walk out that bitch with them bags like I'm bank robbing
Don't compare us to these niggas cause they ain't mobbing
They starving, bitch I'm cooking like I'm J. Harden
Watch young nigga go and get it quick as clay hardens
If you ain't getting digits, nigga say nothing

[Hook: Lightshow]
We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters
We got army guns like the fucking fighters
Let that bitch convince me, pop a half, I might swerve
Talk her out her panties if I say the right words
Promise I don't think I could get any higher
Had to write a thank you note to my supplier
Please don't cut them lights on when I'm riding by, sir
Please don't cut them lights on, I am smoking fire