Neon Lights(feat. Supa Bwe & Lil Yachty) (Explicit) - Taylor Bennett/Zig/Supa Bwe/Lil Yachty

Mr ben ain't never finished you can't miss a call

Me and supa supa sold out sob's New York

Went from Maggie's palace probably 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 sh*t 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 a ni**a

And still rock bape and still rep gang

And still throw signs while my niggas do the same

Cause the phony sh*t 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

We're not just tryna stack til a ni**a can't see

Maybe break your back til the ni**a can't breathe

She put some bad bad magic on me

Girl you throw that bad bad magic at me

We're not just tryna stack til a ni**a can't see

Or maybe break your back til the ni**a 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 w**d 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

Hispanic girls with attitudes be them great debaters

My work's a basket my flow fantastic this sh*t'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 gars on 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 sh*t's a classic

My money longer ain't done evolvin'

This sh*t's a classic

Tsk tired of niggas talkin' 'bout this is the way you got to do it

And you go to respect this type of person

And you got to listen to that type of person

F**k all of that sh*t uhh

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 ni**a pickin' out the clothes

I used to sip the fours and I used to f**k every hoe true

I still f**k 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 f**k '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 a** 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 f**k five star top model class whores

And we still teens but ni**a we don't do chores

Run up on me in the preme and I might kill a ni**a

And still rock bape and still rep gang

And still throw signs while my niggas do the same

Cause the phony sh*t 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

We're not just tryna stack til a ni**a can't see

Or maybe break your back til the ni**a can't breathe

She put some bad bad magic on me

Girl you throw that bad bad magic at me

We're not just tryna stack til a ni**a can't see

Or maybe break your back til the ni**a can't breathe