RED LiGHTS

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Two
Three
Four
Trey came kickin' down
Yo motherfucking door
Pimp-slap yo dad
And fuck yo bitch like a ho'
I gave it to her so good
That she came back for more

As I pull up on the sitch
I don't fuck around bitch
Both my trigger fingers itch
Go catch this lead
If yall be tryin'
To pervent me getting rich
Drop yo ass off in a ditch
Catch these hands, I pitch
Collect your tongue if you're a snitch
I wanna fuck that bitch
All night
Outta Sight
Red Lights
Feel my hype
As I pound
On that pussy
So tight
Ah fuck
Baby suck
Out the luck
Thru my gun
Till I nut
And Imma rearrange your guts
Yuh

One
Two
Three
Four
Trey came kickin' down
Yo motherfucking door
Pimp-slap yo dad
And fuck yo bitch like a ho'
I gave it to her so good
That she came back for more

Don't fuck with the wire
Shut yo bitch ass up
I know you is a liar
Have a shootout with the cops
Set it all on fire
Racin' down the highway
Cuz my head gets higher
All this weed and this drank
Its only getting flyer
The colour of my pockets ain't green
But more like broken white
Now all these opps wanna fight
And the feds on my ass every single time

I be spittin' and feelin'
And robbing and stealing
I'm flipping these bricks
Cuz my doggies need feeding
And I ain't got no time
Spending days making prime time money
Cuz I'm getting ripped off by the system
Tax payers better hurry up and listen
Check out all that money that you're missing
The universe is a hologram
Get those likes on instagram
Not that it matters now
Does it?
Damn, Uhh

So better test your luck
Feel that steel on your tongue
And blow a hole in your skull
I'm going crazy off a bean
While she toppin me off
I swear to god
Shawty nasty tatt my name on her bum



Credits
Writer(s): Trey Buchet
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