Lights off (feat. Lil Dijon)

All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone

But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on (Yeah)

So I told her, "Bring the drugs until the high's gone"

And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off (Yeah)

All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone

Pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on (Yeah)

So I told her, "Bring the drugs until the high's gone"

And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off (Yeah)

I don't give a fuck about the G shit (Grr)

Only give a fuck about a remix

Light a fire to your crib and burn your house down

I'm savin' the ashes like I was Steve Smith

I got the weed lit, you know how the cash feel

We puffin' on medicinal vac seals

And Young T just came here to puff weed

We bust beats, my brother let the lyrical axe wield

Look bitch, I'm movin' the chron' grams at

All the women with got Louis Vuitton handbags

Rap samples, pray like a Mac handle

This prodigy been poppin' the bottle, you better stand back

So where the grams at? I get a second to none

My head's buzzed from adrenaline rush

'Cause I've been whisperin' the ghost like I'm Jennifer Love

The 420 Fam's gettin' it done, we straight kill shit

Headshot, brother, I'm lookin' red hot

Currency was lookin' the same color as Mentos

Scorin' stayin' a free man like Morgan

Ballin', dollars and pounds on a Rolex watch

Guess what? You couldn't tell that

MDMA, I've been poppin' it in a gel cap

Brudda, I'm the boy bringin' hell back (Grr)

On point with the pen, so you felt that

All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone

But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on (Yeah)

So I told her, "Bring the drigs until the high's gone"

And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off (Yeah)

All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone

Pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on (Yeah)

So I told her, "Bring the drigs until the high's gone"

And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off (Yeah)

Hustle on the grind

I was at the Rydges at Cronulla with his wife

So much cocaine here, flowin' through her vein

'Cause I'm lookin' at her pupils and they've doubled in the size

Brother, I was flyin', now I got a duffel on the side

Brother, now I suffer in the mind

Way that I've been livin' got me sinnin' a millions miles a minute

I can't even look my mother in the eyes

Nah, it ain't a lie, tell 'em all, "I don't wanna die"

Brother, got the money on the mind

Brudda, got the hunnids while the hunnids

I swear that we keep it a humid in the club

Yellin', "Cuzzy, it's a vibe", buzzin' off a line

Battle with the fears

I was up and down, had to battle with the tears

Never did I quit, a lot can happen in a year

Fuck, now I happen to be here

Homie, I put on, homie, I be LeBron

Winnin' all the games for the Cleveland Cavaliers

Homie got a bong, quey and the chron'

Did 100k with the patty in the rear

Because homie, I'm a stoner

Pullin' over, nah, smack it into gear

Crack another beer

Have another Vallie over here

Crackin' open Xannies over here with your bitch like

All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone

But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on (Yeah)

So I told her, "Bring the drugs until the high's gone"

And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off (Yeah)

All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone

Pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on (Yeah)

So I told her, "Bring the drugs until the high's gone"

And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off (Yeah)