Red Light Green Light

Cocaine all in my nose I'm snorting it
I fucked your bitch and I got her pregnant don't worry we aborting it
Poles in the trunk 12 behind me fuck that I'm flooring it
I'm Kobe bean I got the beam from long range I'm scoring it
When you see me better get low
That American flag with the big pole
Got all 50 stars in the clip tho
Make a bitch nigga dance like a disco
Make a bitch nigga dance like Sisqo
Stop fronting boy you ain't with the shit bro
Pull up if you wanna meet the distro
Come to 4105 on the 5th floor
That's 5F
I'm the one who made your guy stretch
I'm lost in thought scratching my head I'm thinking bout who gone die next
Every time I'm in the booth somehow the building get a bomb threat
It make me laugh every time cuz they ain't figure out I was the bomb yet
The flow crack and my bars lean everything I spit is hi-tech
I'm Lord Jamar I'm Grand Puba I'm Alamo and Sadat X
So slow down with all that bullshit like I ain't the guy yet
Cuz the punch lines that I spit could've put the scar or sagat chest

Red light green light go
If I catch a opp its a green light go
Even if the shit turn yellow ima go
FGA all my niggas on go
Red light green light go
If I catch a opp its a green light go
Even if the shit turn yellow ima go
I'm FGA all my niggas on go



Credits
Writer(s): Arab Choppa
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