This Little Light of Mine Quincey White (Ft. The Game)

[Chorus: The Game]
This little light of mine
I'm gon let it shine
Infrared beam sitting comfy on my Glock nine
Top down in the winter, feeling like summertime
Never leave home without it, let that shit be underlined
This little light of mine
I'm gon let it shine
Stars in the ceiling, getting sloppy at the stop sign
Bust down Richard Milly, you would think it stopped time
Worry 'bout you and your niggas, I got mine

[Verse 1: The Game]
Yeah, yeah
[?] cars, R&B singers
Front seat of the Rari, got [?] like a zinger
[?] my lil zinger, [?]
Stop by your mama house, that ain't what this car for
Looking like I sell stocks in this Tom Ford, eh
Still on the block like a [?]
Stay dangerous, stash spot in the car doors
[?] Star Wars, come fuck with me
[?] get a nigga stitched up like my seams
Spent a Meek Milli on [?] we chasing dreams
And when you see me, see me strapped
Me and this Glock go together like [?] and Peedi Crakk
Like Peetie and Beanie Mac
[?] fuck with them squeaky rats
The draco ain't big enough, nigga then we be back
Laser tag on your head, [?]
[?] leave you flat