Grabbz – Lighta Lighta (Lyrics & Video)

Lighta Lighta – Grabbz Lyrics

Yeah

Buckroll

What I want everybody to do

Is get your motherfucking lighters in the sky

And start putting some motherfucking flames in the air

Let's go

Yeah

Turn it up, turn it

Lighta, lighta

Lighta, lighta

Let me get a flame from that Bic

Lighta, lighta

Put up unno

Lighta, lighta

Let me get a flame from that Bic

Lighta, lighta

Put up unno

Lighta, lighta

Who's hot? We hot

Tell dem seh fi stop

Bun up everything inna we path

I started with a gram, the shit was just soda

Still I flipped it 'til I ate and then I made my quota

Turn a half a ball to a ball and then into a quarter

Before you know it, I'm exporting at the border

My hustle's out of order, you can call it a disorder

But I eat beats for breakfast, you can hear from the recorder

Let me get a flame from that Bic

Thirty days to mold her, she a mule and a bit

My uncle's in Ohio and he paged me for a brick

Some more of them pills in exchange for some sticks

The car that she's driving's already been stripped

Like a bad bitch in a club collecting her tips

Lighta, lighta

Lighta, lighta

Let me get a flame from that Bic

Who's hot? We hot

Tell dem seh fi stop

Bun up everything inna we path

I've been a pyro, this really nothing new

They say I got dragon breath so I release it in the booth

This shit is testimony, just consider it proof

The judge banged the gavel, charged with lyrical abuse

My innocence is cloudy, it got stripped from a youth

And I'm talking way before I even got my first tooth

Shit big to you but to me it's minute

No fork in the road but I'ma make my own route

Can't stop the commute, we can't hear you on mute

Ain't shit to dispute, you gon' give me that loot

I'm a hustler but it so happens I know how to shoot

Know just where I'm coming from, they hailing salute

I'm bringing the roots

We coming from the ground up, tsunami type flow

These niggas want me drowned dem

Let me get a flame from that Bic

Lighta

Lighta, lighta

Lighta

Lighta

Who's hot? We hot

Tell dem seh fi stop

Bun up everything inna we path

I'm arsenic with the flow, I'ma burn it to the floor

This shit is overbearing but they say they wanted more

I'ma give it to 'em 'cause this flow's been restored

No applause for the pause but I'ma catch up with the sauce

I'm a real boss, don't ask me what it cost

These are vacuum sealed bars, you couldn't smell 'em if you want

I only do what I was taught, I haunt this paper like a poltergeist

You know I spit this shit so precise

I'm off the needle like the record spin

And I leave a bad taste in your mouth like tonic and gin

Let me get a flame from that Bic

Reappear like magic, the feeling's nostalgic

Lighta, lighta

Let me get a flame from that Bic

Who's hot? We hot

Tell dem seh fi stop

Bun up everything inna we path