Greenlight
City Red
Bitch can't get a hold of me cause imma business man
I'm sixteen but I was hopping out the sprinter vans
They hit Babyoda time to paint the city red
I was tripping off them bitches I bet I won't trip again
He was tripping off that wok bet he won't sip again
And my Pocket full with dead niggas whole lot of Benjamin's
And my bitch line shit like a barber
Turn his tee to peppermint cause imma real artist
We made niggas run from they block b4 we start sparking
Go to war behind my brothers like a real life spartan
And I'm inna field but ion play sports
I'mma give this hot shit to the opps so they stay torched
I'mma hawk em down and imma knock 'em off that skateboard
Bro gon walk em down ion even gotta pay for it
Yeah I had a job hopped inna streets because it pay more
I be chasing wracks I don't got the time to chase whores
If ion got no cash I'm feeling bad and I stay bored
We gon hit his face because he staring in the gang war
Bro like 5'6 but his Glock make him 6'5
I'mma turn Melly if I find out that you switched sides
Fuck wit me then fuck wit them I call that shit dickriding
Wasn't old enough to drive but rolling wit the big guys
He a crash dummy Imma tell him grab a johnny
Shit like bmf I put my work inside the poppy's
Feel like I got power imma ghost em wit this tommy
And I'm quick to air it don't try to get behind me
Bro be kicking doors like he be working on karate
I'mma lay em down like he was working on Pilates
Try to pull me over imma take em on a high speed
Know my bitch gonna leave me if I tell her about my bodies
She say fuck Nigga free but she still fuck with me
I put titties on this gun so I call it double D
Fuck a bitch then fuck her friend all my hoes come in three
Need five hundred for a verse and that's only for this week
I'm the rookie of the year playing like the mvp
Shot the pole in the stu but I'm still in the league
I been up for three days it's hard for me to sleep
But that money give me a race I don't even feel fatigue
Spend a bag on a bitch tryna get the low
He spent a wrack on a stick and they took his pole
Every bitch that I fucked can't say ion keep a roll
Just know her pussy good if she ever make a song
If she wan lay wit me she gotta eat it up
I Fucked a catfish and kicked her out I ain't even nut
I played freestyle she told me turn the speaker up
How the fuck you tryna be my main I ain't even fuck
Bitch can't get a hold of me cause imma business man
I'm sixteen but I was hopping out the sprinter vans
They hit Babyoda time to paint the city red
I was tripping off them bitches I bet I won't trip again
He was tripping off that wok bet he won't sip again
And my Pocket full with dead niggas whole lot of Benjamin's
And my bitch line shit like a barber
Turn his tee to peppermint cause imma real artist
We made niggas run from they block b4 we start sparking
Go to war behind my brothers like a real life spartan
And I'm inna field but ion play sports
I'mma give this hot shit to the opps so they stay torched
I'mma hawk em down and imma knock 'em off that skateboard
Bro gon walk em down ion even gotta pay for it
Yeah I had a job hopped inna streets because it pay more
I be chasing wracks I don't got the time to chase whores
If ion got no cash I'm feeling bad and I stay bored
We gon hit his face because he staring in the gang war
Bro like 5'6 but his Glock make him 6'5
I'mma turn Melly if I find out that you switched sides
Fuck wit me then fuck wit them I call that shit dickriding
Wasn't old enough to drive but rolling wit the big guys
He a crash dummy Imma tell him grab a johnny
Shit like bmf I put my work inside the poppy's
Feel like I got power imma ghost em wit this tommy
And I'm quick to air it don't try to get behind me
Bro be kicking doors like he be working on karate
I'mma lay em down like he was working on Pilates
Try to pull me over imma take em on a high speed
Know my bitch gonna leave me if I tell her about my bodies
She say fuck Nigga free but she still fuck with me
I put titties on this gun so I call it double D
Fuck a bitch then fuck her friend all my hoes come in three
Need five hundred for a verse and that's only for this week
I'm the rookie of the year playing like the mvp
Shot the pole in the stu but I'm still in the league
I been up for three days it's hard for me to sleep
But that money give me a race I don't even feel fatigue
Spend a bag on a bitch tryna get the low
He spent a wrack on a stick and they took his pole
Every bitch that I fucked can't say ion keep a roll
Just know her pussy good if she ever make a song
If she wan lay wit me she gotta eat it up
I Fucked a catfish and kicked her out I ain't even nut
I played freestyle she told me turn the speaker up
How the fuck you tryna be my main I ain't even fuck
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Writer(s): Bankroll Ny
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