[Verse 1]

Three bad bitches and an ounce of weed

I’ll fuck around and smoke a pound a week

You'll fuck around and smoke a pound of weak

I get buns you beat your meat

What you talking bout boy you don't know my name

Steady sleeping on me like Novocain

I should come through and just snatch your chain

I ain't really hood but I’ll snatch your dame

David Blaine we disappear

When the money comes I reappear

When the groupies come you know I'm near

From limbo bitch like a langalear

Steven King how appropriate  

Cuz I'm shining on you lil bitch

That's a jack nick you jack shit

Don't bump lips I run this

Now you know I don't play around

Geronimo it's going down

Speaking of your girl here is here

And you know that she's going down

Na you ain't got no culture mother fucka

You ain't ever left H-Town bro

You da man at Arlos though

But you ain't ever had no foreign hoes

You a baller though on minimum wage

You walk around like you getting paid

You ain't got chips you less you getting lays

You look homeless to boy you need a raise

Hold up, I ain't consigning your facetiousness

Your attitude is really where what your weakness is

[Hook]

Now glow on, glow on

Glow on, glow on, glow on

The lights about to go off

Glow on, glow on, glow on

Glow on, now glow on

The lights about to go off you little bitch

[Verse 2]

I'm tired of all the hugging shit

Tired of all this loving shit

You acting like you my husband bitch

But you acting like buggin' bitch

Pretentiousness leads to Arthur fist

But listen there's an art to this

And we pull from the same market list

And you don't want no part of this

I can hold my ground to any local

That's making beats or laying vocals

And we all know I kill sets

Like I stepped on stage with a loaded tech

Why come around and gimme dap

Smile in my face then call me wack

No excuses I know the facts

I still don't know what's up with that

No I don't got no love for you

If your bleeding out I got no blood for you

We used to act like we was brothers too

As a matter dude I’ve had enough of you

Im getting money it's shine time

What time is its grind time

Its my time Enjoy mine from the side line

You’ve been side lined

And fuck the press that's throwing shade

At any of my homies on the real

Here's the deal you should chill  

You fat little fuck now you know how it it feels

O-M-G

You don't want me saying names

There's a 100 of us out here

And we feel the same

[Hook]

Now glow on, glow on

Glow on, glow on, glow on

The lights about to go off

Glow on, glow on, glow on

Glow on, now glow on

The lights about to go off you little bitch