[Hook]
Pull up in the club, man we light it up
Everywhere we go, we stay tight as fuck
Everybody else is mighty sus
Light it up, light it up
Light em up, light em up
Man, we're burning up and we might erupt
Everybody else is mighty sus
Light it up, light it up

[Travis]
Illicit, illest shit, this clique is just killin' it
Quick with the business, bitches, the point you are missin' it
Blissfully ignorant, kissin girls from the internet
My mission accomplished, hoping she don’t get a cigarette
But she lighting one up, taking a puff, closing her eyes, feeling my touch
Praying to Basedgod she not in love cause really to me it wasn’t that much
She get up and leave, don’t need no boyfriend, believe
After the motions of oceans, no notions were misconceived
Stop and take a breath or
Your face will turn blue like Walter’s meth
Your chest will tighten up like it’s being compressed
You wanna keel over? It seems nobody objects
Everything we touch turns to gold like the Midas Touch
Everything you touch seems so old like it’s bitin' dust
But you keep coming and coming like you’re spiting us
Man we shining so bright, you need to lighten up

[Hook]

[Dean]
All eyes on me when I’m in the place
Gassed up rappers need to hit the brakes
Cause I’m on one and I'm feeling great
My presence is a blessing, so appreciate
And I’m cooler than the ice you can skate on
Plus I’m macking on a bitch, call me Don Juan
Y’all all squares, I’m looking like an octagon
Your bank account overdrawn, bitch I’m Genghis Khan
The reaction when I show up, you’d think I’m an icon
I seen your baby moms pulling out the Nikon
Now she in my hotel room wearing nylon
Let her meet my Versace python
This shit is just my natural environment
It’s nothing I can control, so don’t get violent
My shine is so bright, it’s ultraviolet
So pray your pain away like a Christian Scientist

[Hook]

[Andrew]
Come through, looking clean
Looking fresh, style mean
Pockets fat, money green
I do swag like nobody that you’ve ever seen
I bring the heat. turn a fan on
I bring the heat, go ahead and plan on it
Maybe later you can start to try to understand
All these other rappers just don’t cut the mustard, damn
But when I cut it, I flip it just like a brick, homie
I got variety, I’m a multiple-trick pony
Make a beat, write a rap, cook a dinner for two
Take a hike, go outside, admire the beautiful view
In the race to the bottom, yeah the winner is you
No matter how hard you try, you’ll never do like I do
Self-taught where it matters most
Finding out just how high the ladder goes

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