Lightbeam - Lil Skies, NoCap

Yeah, smoking out the pound of P

I got a plan like Master P

Told her everything ain’t what it seem

Okay, you got a light on you, a beam

I’m the king of all her dreams

Super fresh like Listerine

Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams

Mardi Gras, a party ting

Open up, don’t tell a thing

Okay, keep a secret, ride with me

Drop the top and catch a vibe

Pockets on the lottery

Yeah, balling we spendin the bag

If I give you everything

Would you go pop these tags?

If I was down bad

Would you give all you had?

I just wanna make you laugh

I don’t wanna make you mad

I don’t wanna make you sad

I just wanna make you glad, yeah

Swervin' off up in the car

Babygirl goin' too fast

Babygirl gotta brag

Babygirl way too different

Shawty, she don’t ever listen

I’m Jordan, she Scottie Pippen

Ayy, go to the moon for a vacay

That is my lil' baby

She be drivin' me cray-cray

Might load up my AK

I’ma walk down right on that street

I’ma tell that boy come to me

I’ma tell him to take a seat

I’ma shoot him and his BB

Oh, yeah

Drivin' the car, that suburban

Lil' baby go sit on my lap

She ridin' my dick while I’m swervin'

I busted my nuts on her tits

She seein' my kids in person

And she keep a Glock in the girdle

Pull it out and she makin' 'em hurdle

Oh, yeah, she makin' 'em nervous

One-five, we keep it the service

And I got the drugs like a merchant

Cap callin', he sayin' it’s urgent

He callin', he check on my purchase

I got it, my nigga, I earned it

I flipped it and sold it and burned it

I went to the land with the Persians

Yeah, smoking out the pound of P

I got a plan like Master P

Told her everything ain’t what it seem

Okay, you got a light on you, a beam

I’m the king of all her dreams

Super fresh like Listerine

Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams

Mardi Gras, a party ting

Open up, don’t tell a thing

Okay, keep a secret, ride with me

Drop the top and catch a vibe

Pockets on the lottery

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, it be like

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh (Yeah)

If I go to the grave, it’s gon' be hard to replace me

Cartier shades just to hide intoxication

I go crazy for that money, insane for that paper

I got shooters on demand, we ain’t payin' for no cable

Vampire, count that money in the dark

I tote that stingray, but I know that I’m a shark

I split that lil' bitch wig, then I tell her play her part

I still’ll shoot this bitch, I know I’m hangin' 'round stars

You in my hand, somethin' like sanitizer

And I won’t argue 'bout who get higher

I ain’t stuntin' that nigga 'cause I get way flyer

Eat every beat that I’m on, these tracks like appetizers

Ayy, Lil Skies, you good?

What you on?

Yeah, smoking out the pound of P

I got a plan like Master P

Told her everything ain’t what it seem

Okay, you got a light on you, a beam

I’m the king of all her dreams

Super fresh like Listerine

Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams

Mardi Gras, a party ting

Open up, don’t tell a thing

Okay, keep a secret, ride with me

Drop the top and catch a vibe

Pockets on the lottery