EXCUSE ME!
Red light, red dot, throwin' up bands
Shawty in the back, gimme head, no hands
And I'm way up, too high, shawty don't land
Thought it was a gun, it was a cock in my pants
I got one crew, they've been living lavish
Cut off 2, 3, 4 no baggage
And I got 4, 5, 6 gold karats
Smoking on green, don't pass no cabbage
Uh, 'cause the choppa got kickback, shortie got a big ass
Break a bitch back like a motherfucking KitKat
Wonder where I get that
Looking at your bitch ass
Looking right back, said I like your wrist, okay bet
Wrist ticking like a tick-tick-tat
Now I gotta beat it up like Michael Jack
New wit' her, then a chit-chit-chat
We just runnin' up a stack, all facts, no cap
Pardon my manners, pardon my past
My shawty too bad, my backstage packed
Fit too clean, my drip like tap
Still ducking from twelve we do
It's gone off a edible, shit is incredible
Counting my guap and I'm stacking my decibels
I keep a stick, and a mop like a janitor
We comin' up like the doors of a Aventador
We just been at it for days, now we in bed with the snakes
I got a list of my enemies
Working essentially minimum wage
I got some new jeans
Now our pockets really different
Yeah I had to go and put that shit on, gang
I ain't got to worry, I've been married to the money
And you know I had to (brrt) ring up the bank
'Cause I gotta bank roll
Let me get the tank rolled
And I got the papers in my pants
She just hit the pay phone
Said she wanna lay low
Oh she wanna fuck
Goddamn, yeah
Red light, red dot, throwin' up bands
Shawty in the back, gimme head, no hands
And I'm way up, too high, shawty don't land
Thought it was a gun, it was a cock in my pants
I got one crew, they've been living lavish
Cut off 2, 3, 4 no baggage
And I got 4, 5, 6 gold karats
Smoking on green, don't pass no cabbage
Uh, excuse me sir, it appears the payment has been declined
Uhm, perhaps try insterting the card, sir?
Or maybe it comes down to the fact that
You broke, bitch
Red light, red dot, throwin' up bands
Shawty in the back, gimme head, no hands
And I'm way up, too high, shawty don't land
Thought it was a gun, it was a cock in my pants
I got one crew, they've been living lavish
Cut off 2, 3, 4 no baggage
And I got 4, 5, 6 gold karats
Smoking on green, don't pass no cabbage
Shawty in the back, gimme head, no hands
And I'm way up, too high, shawty don't land
Thought it was a gun, it was a cock in my pants
I got one crew, they've been living lavish
Cut off 2, 3, 4 no baggage
And I got 4, 5, 6 gold karats
Smoking on green, don't pass no cabbage
Uh, 'cause the choppa got kickback, shortie got a big ass
Break a bitch back like a motherfucking KitKat
Wonder where I get that
Looking at your bitch ass
Looking right back, said I like your wrist, okay bet
Wrist ticking like a tick-tick-tat
Now I gotta beat it up like Michael Jack
New wit' her, then a chit-chit-chat
We just runnin' up a stack, all facts, no cap
Pardon my manners, pardon my past
My shawty too bad, my backstage packed
Fit too clean, my drip like tap
Still ducking from twelve we do
It's gone off a edible, shit is incredible
Counting my guap and I'm stacking my decibels
I keep a stick, and a mop like a janitor
We comin' up like the doors of a Aventador
We just been at it for days, now we in bed with the snakes
I got a list of my enemies
Working essentially minimum wage
I got some new jeans
Now our pockets really different
Yeah I had to go and put that shit on, gang
I ain't got to worry, I've been married to the money
And you know I had to (brrt) ring up the bank
'Cause I gotta bank roll
Let me get the tank rolled
And I got the papers in my pants
She just hit the pay phone
Said she wanna lay low
Oh she wanna fuck
Goddamn, yeah
Red light, red dot, throwin' up bands
Shawty in the back, gimme head, no hands
And I'm way up, too high, shawty don't land
Thought it was a gun, it was a cock in my pants
I got one crew, they've been living lavish
Cut off 2, 3, 4 no baggage
And I got 4, 5, 6 gold karats
Smoking on green, don't pass no cabbage
Uh, excuse me sir, it appears the payment has been declined
Uhm, perhaps try insterting the card, sir?
Or maybe it comes down to the fact that
You broke, bitch
Red light, red dot, throwin' up bands
Shawty in the back, gimme head, no hands
And I'm way up, too high, shawty don't land
Thought it was a gun, it was a cock in my pants
I got one crew, they've been living lavish
Cut off 2, 3, 4 no baggage
And I got 4, 5, 6 gold karats
Smoking on green, don't pass no cabbage
Credits
Writer(s): Seaton Rogers, Carter Wang, Boler Mani
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