Lil Yachty, Supa Bwe, Taylor Bennett - Neon Lights lyrics

Mr bennett never finished
You can't miss a call
Me and Supa Supa sold out SOB's, New York
Went from Maggie's Palace sellin'
Reggie out the door
Now I'm thinkin' bigger, motion pictures
Foreign cars chloe, Jordan
Photo texting wasn't here before
Now I hit withdraw, when I hit the mall
Homies from the land poppin' Xans
Got withdrawals
Clasp my hands in advance 'cause
They just can't get off
I've been given second chances
That shit like my motivation
Just found out I'm sick
I got no time for patience tired of waitin'
I know destinations, I don't know locations
I know detonation
Call up Supa, he gon' cook the bacon

Run up on me in the ‘preme
And I might kill an ape
And still rock Bape and still rep gang
And still throw signs while my
Niggas do the same
Cause the phony shit contagious so
I let my phone ring
I don't like to conversate
For conversation's sake
No more girls who stay up late
Just baby girl and me
Got real sisters outside
Why lie when my life's neon lights?
Real sisters down to ride
And they gon' ride tonight
She put some bad bad magic on me
Girl, you throw that bad bad magic at me
When I'm just tryna stack til
A nigga can't see maybe break your back til
The nigga can't breathe
She put some bad bad magic on me
Girl, you throw that bad bad magic at me
When I'm just tryna stack 'til
A nigga can't see
Or maybe break your back 'til
The nigga can't breathe

I got held down in a
Spot over some confrontations
No more conversations
If you wanna link then hit my agent
No more weed, i put that down with all my
Friends that wouldn't make it
All my friends is killers and robbers
Some of them couldn't shake it
I relate with shawties
Aretha Franklin and dinner platin'
Hispanic girls with attitudes be
Them great debaters
My work's a basket, my flow fantastic
This shit's a classic
I bumped the classics that beat the masses
Then preached to masses
I used to roast over roaches
Until they burned to ashes
And now I'm so far from me
I feel like an open casket
They want the new Taylor Bennett
My posts is post traumatic
My flow keep goin'
You're cul-de-sac and we'll blow ya backward
My clique assassins we're always
Packin' and never lackin'
I called up Supa for magic, Garçon
You gotta have it you're bottle cappin'
I'm model lappin' with chicks that’s athletes
My reach Jurassic, my shoes ain't matchin'
They Easter baskets
I got some twins with me, Nina, Marta
And that's the backup
Some real shawties tell lil' shawties
To put some racks up
My money longer, ain’t done evolvin'
This shit's a classic
My money longer, ain’t done evolvin'
This shit's a classic

Tsk, tired of niggas talkin' 'bout "this is
The way you gotta do it"
And you go to respect this type of person
And you got to listen to that type of person
Fuck all of that shit (Uh)
I'm doing it the way I wanna do it look, I'm
(Lil' Boat) tired of these niggas hatin'
And tired of promoters flakin'
So pay me in pre-advance
And if I forget them, book again (Check)
I'm up, up and away
And I'm so loved by the white people
That they could approach me in the back of
A dark alley with a black hoodie (True)
It's as real as it gets (True)
It's as strong as a pit's bit
I mean pit's bite
When she walk around in her black tights
Made my jeans tighter
Made my jeans tighter around the crotch area
It's gettin' scary to old heads
'Cause Hip-Hop changing each and every day
And I'm the nigga pickin' out the clothes
I used to sip the fours and
I used to fuck every hoe (True)
I still fuck every hoe (True)
I used to plot on the globe (True)
I used to be called a joke
(Well) , I still get called a joke (Fuck 'em)
But I'm so rich that my ears
They only hear ching ching
My eyes see bling-bling
And everything in between is out
The seams all the time (yeah)
We whoop ass
And then we send a get well card
Then we swipe our black cards
And we don't have backyards
(Lil Boat) 'cause we stay on top floors
And we get maids to wipe up
All of our marble floors
And we fuck five star, top model class whores
And we still teens, but nigga
We don't do chores

Run up on me in the ‘preme
And I might kill an ape
And still rock Bape and still rep gang
And still throw signs while my
Niggas do the same
Cause the phony shit contagious so
I let my phone ring
I don't like to conversate
For conversation's sake
No more girls who stay up late
Just baby girl and me
Got real sisters outside
Why lie when my life's neon lights?
Real sisters down to ride
And they gon' ride tonight
She put some bad bad magic on me
Girl, you throw that bad bad magic at me
When I'm just tryna stack til
A nigga can't see maybe break your back til
The nigga can't breathe
She put some bad bad magic on me
Girl, you throw that bad bad magic at me
When I'm just tryna stack 'til
A nigga can't see
Or maybe break your back 'til
The nigga can't breathe