Lyrics At the Light - Lil Herb

Oh, my God, who's this?
And that's only the intro
(Canon)
The wait is finally over
(Squad)
The only one close to Island Kennet
Look in the face, my man
(I lost so many nigga man)
Some dead, some in jail
Got to get this money
No bullshit
So much money keep coming, I get it like what am I gon' do with that?!
Got choppers and clips on the hundred, now what am I gon' do with that?
Wonder who am I gon' shoot with that?
Riding through the 8 block & the ruger clap
Call up J-Dot broad day face shot
Hollos make his face drop Knock his noodles back
Now, how true is that?
Yea, my niggas is doing that
All black, let's go do a hit
Hoodie on they, like who is that?
We at war, we got stupid shit talking
50 shot macks with the cooling kit
Fazoland where I'm cooling at
Bodies drop, I don't got nothing to do with that And man, it's crazy, that I ain't even made it
And these niggas hate me
And I'm patient cause I'm still at first place
But I ain't even racing
I'm just sprinting to hundreds and fifties and beamers and Bentleys
Gas with me, if you want it, come get me, I'm new with that semi
Don't come near me, cause I act a fool with that semi
And that new tray 8 with the whole pint of drink and a two Lemis Hemy
Get on right on my lap, yeah, so I'm cool in this Hemy
And when I stop at the light
I make sure I am tight on that pipe
(I know niggas out for my life, gotta look to my left and my right)
(I be damned if get left at the light)
(Summertime, I remember them nice)
(I know niggas out for my life, gotta look to my left and my right)
(I be damned if get left at the light)
(Summertime, I remember them nice)
Me and Coby off act with the sprite
He just left cause they took his life
Wish the lord, would of just let him fight
But don't trip, man, it's gon' be aight
Cause I got lil' niggas tryna earn stripes
I can write them a check for your life
They might walk up and check you tonight
Before you sneeze, we gon' bless you tonight
Masked up, broski, let's do it right
Catch a crowd, bring them choppers out
Ain't no shoot after cops
Naw I'm hopping out
Yeah, smash on sight
Fuck the cop, we gon' pop it out
And we stay in the field, blocks busting I'm popping out, No Limit what's popping now
City love me its nothing else to talk about, they was all on my bumper now Call Mick like what they talking about
If they ain't talking them M's ain't nothing else to talk about
Wait until my tape drop watch the labels start stalker now
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