Bright Lights, Big City

Lyrics

Yeah, turn it up in your head phones
 Ya know like that shit sound like rock music
 You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
 Yea, my man Bruno just stepped in
 You know how we living it up
 We all gettin' money
 That's what he like to say
 Fuck it, it's my life nigga
 This is a dream of a hustler
 I had the butter and the fiends was in love with us
 We copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us
 And word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us
 Now I was fronting like Rich was and some of my bitches
 Was going so hard, got some of us sick thugs
 And minor setbacks got some of us tripped up
 But the guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya
 And fuck the local authorities
 And hope the big boys don't pick up my case
 'Cause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased
 Playing ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base
 But the goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd
 You know they move with the weapons, get bucks off birds
 It's like I'm playing Chicken with my life
 Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a price
 I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures
 It's byrd gang, we doing it big
 But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup
 You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?
 I don't think you want it with them niggas
 'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze
 We on the road, travel 'cross the globe
 All my homies ain't diggin' cheese
 Look the nightmares of a trap star
 With white tees, Nike air's and my fast car
 D.A tryna wrap me in the charge
 But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage
 Now me rapping what's the odds?
 We the last crew standing diplomats now in charge
 Yeah, 300 for the light show
 Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow
 Another 10 grand to watch the dice roll
 Trying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go
 The bright lights and this big city
 I'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me
 Range Roving, Big Truck Series
 The chain frozen, big chunk jewelry
 White girls say he's all semi cool
 But you don't want to cost him 'cause he got a short fuse
 I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures
 It's byrd gang, we doing it big
 But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup
 You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?
 I don't think you want it with them niggas
 'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze
 We on the road, travel 'cross the globe
 All my homies and they get cheese
 We live life on reality and we flip white for a salary
 You might catch us at the light in the lavish V
 But watch them 'Blue And Whites', try and grab a G
 Making some chips so the hate's getting thick
 Watch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip
 Contemplate, maybe take a little trip
 Ocean Drive heavy glean in my neck chillin'
 Call up cabs, rushing drinks out of 'Wet Willies'
 "Eu Seuy O Balling", but y'all foolish
 Getting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish
 That's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer
 'Cause every time I turn I'm getting chained up
 They say what they want to search, tryna tame us
 I think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous
 And my whole crew icey we playing hockey like the rangers
 I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures
 It's byrd gang, we doing it big
 But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup
 You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?
 I don't think you want it with them niggas
 'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze
 We on the road, travel 'cross the globe
 All my homies ain't diggin' cheese
 I don't think you want it with them niggas
 'Cause them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze
 We on the road, travel 'cross the globe
 All my homies ain't diggin' cheese

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Duration
04:16
Key
1
Tempo
160 BPM

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