Light Up - Ghetts, J2K, Rawz Artilla

She wanna play games with me

Fuck that, I ain’t picking up a joypad

How dare man ask me if I beat

I might say no but know a nigga destroyed that

Ooh, I’m annoyed that man even doubted me

How many girls have I drawn?

Including her, that are blatantly out of my league

If I’m your wingman, you can count on me

Them man are in the friendzone, me?

I’m in the open your legs zone

You’re on the red?

Still give me head though

Darkskin dick and a red bone

Before I head home, oh, she want Ghetts?

I guess so

Or does she want Ghetts or Ghetto?

AKA Lorenzo

Blacker than Kenco, my own music in my headphones, zoning

I tell man stop gassing up the lighties

Cause I’d have thinked they ain’t black enough to like me

I demonstrate, I’m a heavyweight

Them can’t take to something lightly

Remember Jane?

Plain Jane?

Who’d you think gave her a whole 'nother stylee?

My man said to me «that's my girl, fam»

I asked him why the fuck she beside me

Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song

Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub

Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song

Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub

Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song

Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub

Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song

Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub

I’m fully, I’m crudding

I’m still on the crud, turn down for what?

They hate when I’m hot

So I’m back on my cold shit, tell 'em what’s up

I’m about to fuck shit up

Anyone talk shit, I’mma fuck them up

Whether bars or physical

I’m good with my hands and I’m lyrical

Don’t cross me, that’s a warning

Look, I’ve been going hard from morning

Bad bitch got her mouth on my D

And that’s a head start to my morning

You can’t kill my vibe, darg

You can’t take my stripes, darg

And you can say what you like, but I don’t really care

I’mma do what I like, darg, and you know me

I don’t really trap no more

I don’t have to clap no more

I be getting money off tours

And I’ve got real goons that’ll ride for sure

I’m a general, five stars on my shoulder

Salute me when I show up

Or get shown up when my soldiers roll up

I say the word and they go nuts

On a mad ting, long arms like Dhalsim

And they spray like fountains

Do you want that?

Nah, you don’t really want that

You ain’t built for the combat, boy

Show me respect and I’m irie

I don’t really take threats lightly

I’m fully on getting this money

But I can flip mode if a pussy wan' try me, let’s go

Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song

Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub

Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song

Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub

Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song

Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub

Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song

Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub

She came in the dawn and she left in the dusk

Kicked rocks, now she gotta leave in a huff

Thought she was fancy, thought she was rough

Just one of the many on the belly I buss

Let me tell you 'bout the story of a girl on a bus

M25, I should keep it on the hush

But she rubbed me to the point I don’t give a fuck

Now her business is out there and I don’t give a fuck

Nerve of this girl, she ain’t nothing but a mincer

Gassed up, 20k on the Insta

Search for the validation would not have missed her

So I fucked her and then I did her sister

True stories, never ever did I kiss her

Dutty gyal, OK, I maybe went Bicester

Circled around one time on a road trip

Came back, but there’s nothing more for the picture

No story, matter of fact, she was boring

Not for me, I never gave her the attention she used to

Only gave her extension for the fu-fu

Did I mention this game here I ain’t new to?

I spurred her down like a boo-boo

Thought I was an African don with African songs

But this Afrobeat, she weren’t used to

I beat out her belly like a new you

Epic, this one deserves a bluku

Her head span, it was cuckoo

No time for head raps, dead that, lift up the tutu

Connect that like it’s Bluetooth

Now all I’m seeing is her head back, boarding my choo choo

I’m looking at her like «who you getting rude to?»

Now you getting moved too

I swear down, the last time the girl said she’s on her su woo

Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song

Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub

Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song

Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub

Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song

Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub

Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song

Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub