RED LIGHTS
Golden Gramz Put The Sauce Onit
This ain't no prophecy pussy she pop for the poppy seed
Skatin on ice no hockey team
All bout the chedda like it's broccoli
Got some shooters that'll pop for me
But I always keep that glock on me
All talk that's hypocrisy
Called you out in ya feelings what you got for me
Cause if there's money on my head why am I walking around
Bitch you scared rat tendencies that's word of mouth
Word got round the town
Just tryin to live with out being hungry
Late nights on the streets didn't see this coming
Nikes on my feet in case we see them coming
Opps spin the block make em bounce like a bunny
Yellow tape round the scene look like a horror flick
Like Lipo he had to get a tucked tummy
Rang off shots like a lama spit
Told these pussies ain't nothing funny
Like Tossii we ain't stoping at no red lights
Opps trying to give me fed time
But I won't see no cell time
No I won't see no jail time
Got shooters that'll ride for me
Day 1s that'll slide for me
Bitches that'll take the dive for me
What I'm saying is don't try the team
Body lit up with them red beams
Ain't trying to see the opps get the best of me
Bullet proof how I keep the team
Ar15 side pocket burner shit hot like a furnace
On this field this ain't a scrimmage
I'll kill it all until I'm finished
Your girl feeling replenished
Glocky under the waist side
Hope he don't get the mention
Air it out for money like it's a pension
No evidence won't be facing a sentence
Get it closed cased lip locked ain't no snitching
Swervin in the Demon I ain't talking Mazikeen
Body dripping in designer jeans
She popped a perk on a pint of lean
To be real that shit was kinda frightening
In my head I'm talking murder
It get the best of me
Yo girl she talkin murder
But she mean sexually
Lifestyle gone be the death of me
Grim reaper as a beauty queen
Like Tossii we ain't stoping at no red lights
Opps trying to give me fed time
But I won't see no cell time
No I won't see no jail time
Got shooters that'll ride for me
Day 1s that'll slide for me
Bitches that'll take the dive for me
What I'm saying is don't try the team
Body lit up with them red beams
This ain't no prophecy pussy she pop for the poppy seed
Skatin on ice no hockey team
All bout the chedda like it's broccoli
Got some shooters that'll pop for me
But I always keep that glock on me
All talk that's hypocrisy
Called you out in ya feelings what you got for me
Cause if there's money on my head why am I walking around
Bitch you scared rat tendencies that's word of mouth
Word got round the town
Just tryin to live with out being hungry
Late nights on the streets didn't see this coming
Nikes on my feet in case we see them coming
Opps spin the block make em bounce like a bunny
Yellow tape round the scene look like a horror flick
Like Lipo he had to get a tucked tummy
Rang off shots like a lama spit
Told these pussies ain't nothing funny
Like Tossii we ain't stoping at no red lights
Opps trying to give me fed time
But I won't see no cell time
No I won't see no jail time
Got shooters that'll ride for me
Day 1s that'll slide for me
Bitches that'll take the dive for me
What I'm saying is don't try the team
Body lit up with them red beams
Ain't trying to see the opps get the best of me
Bullet proof how I keep the team
Ar15 side pocket burner shit hot like a furnace
On this field this ain't a scrimmage
I'll kill it all until I'm finished
Your girl feeling replenished
Glocky under the waist side
Hope he don't get the mention
Air it out for money like it's a pension
No evidence won't be facing a sentence
Get it closed cased lip locked ain't no snitching
Swervin in the Demon I ain't talking Mazikeen
Body dripping in designer jeans
She popped a perk on a pint of lean
To be real that shit was kinda frightening
In my head I'm talking murder
It get the best of me
Yo girl she talkin murder
But she mean sexually
Lifestyle gone be the death of me
Grim reaper as a beauty queen
Like Tossii we ain't stoping at no red lights
Opps trying to give me fed time
But I won't see no cell time
No I won't see no jail time
Got shooters that'll ride for me
Day 1s that'll slide for me
Bitches that'll take the dive for me
What I'm saying is don't try the team
Body lit up with them red beams
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Writer(s): Matthew Tyciak
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