Kevin Gates - With The Lights On lyrics

With The Lights On Lyrics

First class flight is leaving now
Dry your eyes
Baby, I'm way too fly to be around your kind
Life of the party
Every time that I'm in town
Grown, used to hardly
Fucking with the lights on

Wanted an old school Chevelle
But addicted to dash
But when you dressing bummy
Women look at you and laugh rock windows
Method of catching a cab
Houston by way of Grey Hound
Catching the slabs
Triple digit's without assistance
I'm fetching a pair designer on my bitch
And I got Dominicans fixing her hair
Shout out to my nigga maserati Mazi
Stand up in niggas chest
While rocking Versace big booty stripper
My life's complete
Foreign thang playing Rick James
"She's alright with me" one Hunnit Gang
Put that on my name change on the gauge
When it bang blowing out your brains

First class flight is leaving now
Dry your eyes
Baby, I'm way too fly to be around your kind
Life of the party
Every time that I'm in town
Grown, used to hardly
Fucking with the lights on

Phone calls can affect
And my dawg be calling collect
Got a party offer that says
Spray the 40, off with your neck
If your daughter was disrespecting
Ain't no talking when I'm upset
Shawty want to converse
And I'm like what the fuck about?
What the fuss about?
Dick got a problem so suck it out
Do it with the lights on
No way you're stealing my jewelry
If you do, I swear to God
I'll be picking the jury
Syrup got it hard to see
Leaning, Vision is blurry
Kinda, Sorta like the shit
That you consider injury
Cedric Tasco my nigga, Birdman Slim
Words can't heal broke heart, Blackout
No rubber, No feelings
Fucking in the trap house

First class flight is leaving now
Dry your eyes
Baby, I'm way too fly to be around your kind
Life of the party
Every time that I'm in town
Grown, used to hardly
Fucking with the lights on

Life of the party
Every time that I'm in town
Grown, used to hardly
Fucking with the lights on