Let's Go Lyrics - Lights Out - Lil Wayne

It's gravy nigga. Believe it. 

You hot? Fuck it. Hot as a firecracker. 

(It's gravy too.) I got a mac in this bag. 

(click clock) What you got? Glock. (Look) 

[Baby] 

Nigga I'ma tell ya straight off the bat 

I got a mac in this bag with 20 grams of crack 

And I'ma sit in the back seat of yo' 'Lac 

Just in case I gotta snap, a firette to the chest 

If I don't know shit, I know cars and broads 

I done ordered plenty hits and watched heads come off 

And I done saw my nigga get life behind them bars 

To them dog hoes, nigga, we scream "fuck 'em all!" 

I hustle hard in these city streets 

I got my block on fire with my HB's 

Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double r 

Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard 

And you can find me 

Right up in them hallways, holdin' and totin' 

Got the whole motherfuckin block loaded and smokin' 

Nigga know one thang: its some uptown shit 

If a nigga get it fucked, then we killin' a bitch 

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[Chorus] 

Nigga I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat 

I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack 

Well let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga 

'cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga 

Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top 

I got a blunt, and a glock, and a bag of rocks 

Let's go nigga, let's slide nigga 

If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga 

[Lil Wayne] 

Better pay attention now so you don't forget later 

I run the damn block, I oversee all of the paper 

Don't make me take ya, play ya 

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I cock the glock and spray ya 

Call it a caper, won't be no as-salama-laka 

And J, he got the gauges, they cocked and ready 

Make me run up in ya places and pop ya daddy 

Got them bricks rocked and heavy, let it be known 

I cook it hard and cut 'em in zones and the money be gone 

Then I hit a blunt to the dome, and ride when night falls 

Supply the white raw, if there's a problem, knock ya wife off 

Lock the spot down 

Respect it young nigga, I'm creepin' over 

Now cut it with just a little bakin' soda, breakin' boulders 

I take it out my holster and bakin' soldiers whenever 

Nigga it's whatever, tell ya ma to call the reverend 

You see me on the block with crack, gats, and weed 

Rats, plats, and ki's, that's practically me 

Chorus 

[Lil Wayne] 

See I'm a hustler, cut-throat, put rhymes in mom's muffler 

You can't even count how many times the 9's bust at ya 

Some of the, niggas that you run with are, suckas bruh 

None of ya, won't leave, without some bullets up in ya 

Niggas can't hold me down, wodie wild 

'cause all that they can hear is loud screamin' and explosive sounds 

They show me how to cook that brown and rock that white 

No school, put that book back down, pick up that knife 

See that's the real reason I hate to be on tour 

I'd rather be back on the block with a bird of that pure 

Niggas got it all wrong, thinkin' I'm all song 

But yall gon' twist it and end up all gone 

Dog-gone cocksuckers, you not thuggers 

I pop dozens of glocks, cousins, in my struggle 

So stop frontin', it ain't gon' get ya everywhere 

I'ma start bustin', and bullets hit ya everywhere 

Chorus x 2 

[Baby talks till end]