Lights Off - Rio Da Yung OG

What up, Wayne?

Yeah, you might hear a Scatpack or somethin' in the background

'Cause we outside with this shit, literally, ayy

Don’t turn the lights on, I got my ice on

Don’t turn the lights on, I got my ice on

In the spot with a zip of dope 'til the hype’s gone

On the Eastside with a strap gettin' ice gone

Don’t turn the lights on, I got my ice on

Don’t turn the lights on, I got my ice on

Ironic how my niggas sold a B off an iPhone

You ain’t gotta turn the lights on, I got my ice on

Know my chains dancin'

Bitch, I got my ice on, why you starin' at me?

Went to Gary, gave him twenty-five, we was both happy

Ugly nigga, VVS’s on, and my fro nappy

Forty thousand on me, lookin' so chubby

Got it hangin' out the pocket, torch on me, nigga, don’t grab it

550 coupe, it’s a 4matic

Five hundred for a line of Wock', I’m a dope addict

You ain’t gotta turn the lights on, I went to Golden Sun

392 Durango in the hood, this the only one

Twenty racks cash, that’s for Cass, that’s my only son

Don’t try to go to war with us, that lil' Draco your only gun

Don’t turn the lights on, I got my ice on

Don’t turn the lights on, I got my ice on

In the spot with a zip of dope 'til the hype’s gone

On the Eastside with a strap gettin' ice gone

Don’t turn the lights on, I got my ice on

Don’t turn the lights on, I got my ice on

Ironic how my niggas sold a B off an iPhone

You ain’t gotta turn the lights on, I got my ice on

You ain’t gotta turn the lights on 'cause I’m very icy

Don’t ask to hit my cup, this bitch very pricey

When he got codeine in his system, that’s when Jerry nicer

Ten 'bows of cavities, I gotta meet Barry Friday

He threw 'em from LA, I hut-hut, 42, Jerry Rice 'em

Niggas wonder what my chains cost, go ask Gary nicely

Thirty pointers in the link got me skateboarding, Flint crisis

Neck full of aqua, but I hate water

Brodie sold me four ounces of Wock' for eight and a quarter

Dope fiend, I been drinkin' lean since eight this morning

Pockets stuffed, I’m never hungry, I ate this morning

Baby Ghost pulled up on me 10 a.m. with two straps like I ate this morning

Only made seven racks, I hate this morning

Plus my lawyer called me with a court date, I might break this morning

Cooked a zip of dope, took it to the fiend like, «Break this for me»

So many up and downs when you rich, make me hate this money

Aw shit, that’s just my chains movin' 'round again

Just got some old J’s from 58, I’m finna move around with them

I might pull up with an FN, shootin' out a fin

We don’t hate, but if you ridin' twenty-eights, we might shoot at your rims

Don’t think we finna ride around with K’s, boy, I shoot at brims

'Nother hundred pounds of cavities, we flew that in

Your bitch keep complaining 'bout her back 'cause I blew that in

You ridin' 'round with a hundred hundreds, I been blew that ten

Hit the corner in the Trackhawk, they like, «Who that is?»

Bitch, I ain’t goin' back and forth with you, I used to shoot at kids

Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga

I can’t turn the fuckin' lights on 'cause I got my ice on

That’s disrespectful

So if you see me in this bitch, don’t turn the lights on, 'cause I got my ice on

If the club close, don’t turn the lights on, 'cause I got my ice on

And you hear my chains talkin' in the back, nigga

And I did this shit outside, man

Ghetto Boyz shit, we run the world

Goddamnit

Thirty racks on me, goddamnit, in the hood

In my pajamas, nigga ain’t gon' touch me, you know what I’m sayin'?

Free the whole ghetto, y’all know what the fuck goin' on

We did this shit off the br- off the mic, nigga

Off the mic, nigga, not the white, nigga

We don’t sell drugs, bro, we sell punchlines and bars

I’m finna go sell an ounce of rap right now

Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?