Lights OutAYLEK$

[Intro: AYLEK$]
Ooh babe, you know what you do, ooh
[?], let's get this money
She wanna party with us
She wanna party with the lights out, right now
She wanna party with the—

[Chorus: AYLEK$]
She wanna party with the lights out
You know these bitches fuckin' for the clout
These hoes be lookin' for a hand out
They need to die out
Tell the pussy "Stand out"
Say I gave you big rounds
And we brought the big sounds

[Post-Chorus: AYLEK$ & Lil Yatchy]
Bitch, you better get the fuck from me
On the gang, bitch, you better get the fuck from me
You can hang, I'm just smokin' on this broccoli (Uh-huh)
That thang gon' bang if you think you finna fuck with me (Yeah, Lil' Boat)

[Verse 1: Lil Yatchy]
Still in my lung (Yeah)
F&N feelin' like Tommy, ayy (Pew-pew-pew)
Baby, these niggas funny (Yeah)
Had to cut off some homies, ayy (Ouu)
She tryna suck on my engine (Yeah)
She wanna fuck in the Bentley ('Ight)
Bought her a brand new G-Wagon (Skrrt)
Paint color blue like Tiffany (Woo)
These niggas don't want no smoke, ayy (Yeah)
Nigga get smoked like a pole, ayy (Woo)
I spent some bands on a coat, ayy (Woo)
They know Lil' Boat did the most, ayy (Woo)
She wanna fuck in the dark, ayy (Gang)
She wanna fuck in the dark, at the park
Get that pussy wetter, Noah's Ark, ayy
Nigga can't fuck with the narcs, ayy (Uh-uh)
No-no (Uh-uh), girl I'm rich as I've ever been (Ever been)
Let's go cop a crib, look like Neverland (Neverland)
At the party, girl, you tweakin' off the medicine (Yeah)

[Chorus: AYLEK$ & Lil Yatchy]
She wanna party with the lights out (Lil' Boat)
You know these bitches fuckin' for the clout
These hoes be lookin' for a hand out
They need to die out
Tell the pussy "Stand out"
Say I gave you big rounds
And we brought the big sounds

[Post-Chorus: AYLEK$]
Bitch, you better get the fuck from me
On the gang, bitch, you better get the fuck from me
You can hang, I'm just smokin' on this broccoli
That thang gon' bang if you think you finna fuck with me

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
We know exactly how these dolls movin', that's for sure (That's for sure)
I get the chopper on me, you know I let it go (I let it go)
I don't play games with niggas, you know I keep a scope
Yeah, murder what she wrote (Bang)
Ayy, I'm gonna take her soul (Her Soul), ouu
She too dumb, I'ma take her throat (On the gang, yeah)
Ayy, lil' bitch go for the gang, woah
Yeah, and them packs movin' out for the low (For the high, bitch)
Yeah, feel like like Kurtis Snow (Snow), more like Kurtis Blow (Blow)
Murder what she wrote-ote-ote (Yeah)
Murder what she wrote (Wrote), I'ma take her soul (Soul)

[Outro]
[?], let's get this money