Red Light (feat. GG Biggz, OneUpTop & OfnTrilla)

Red light, yeah, for no reason, yeah
Blowing past the red light, yeah, for no reason
Police pull me over like, damn bro, you speeding Tryna get home in the Tesla, I was Sleeping
Lost off in the deep end
Some days I just drift away
Don't know what they want from me
On stage and it's comforting
I think it's the way that they call for me

Yeah, uh, okay, let's go Uh, okay, let's go
We was really shooting at niggas on school days
They don't want me to go back to my old ways
Can't die by the gun, only just old age
I got a daughter that I gotta teach and raise
We was really robbing niggas just to go get paid
We was sliding on niggas just like Cascade
Trilla really had white bitches on back page
Kung fu kick with the stick, I'm the sensei

Glock nineteen on me, know we on feet
Hop in the whip, spin, it's a repeat
T-shirt gang, on go for a three-peat
RIP to his throat if he thinking it's sweet
Ice on me, I'm in here with the blizzard
Get slimed for a pack, I'm in here with my slizzle
Four hundred block, the biggest gorilla
Can't say you my opp, you niggas too little

Ayy, fifty some deep when we pull up
Green light on my Glock, every time that I pull up
The oops said they know where I am but won't Pullup
Shitting on niggas, need pull ups
Flexing on niggas, they thought I do pull ups
Spend a day on that block, man, they must've Been put up
Surprise I might pop out the wood work
Ayy, fifty some shots, in that motherfucking Honda Accord
They had to call wentworth
I'm heartless, I tell you, I been hurt
My chain's a motherfucking blizzard
Don't know what you heard about the Motherfucking kid
But I tell you, I did it, I been there
My life like a motherfucking movie
My bitches, they bougie, they wear different swim Wear
You reach from my chain, you think it's a game
That choppa gone knock off ya chin hair
Big twenty-three I got six pair
J in the trap, you get higher than Rick Flair
Still in the street, but you ain't gon' get rich there

Rolled in at night, I beat that bitch till the door Loose
Number one prospect, you know I'm the go-to
Stick get to kicking that bitch hit like Goku
These niggas actors, I watch them on Roku
Open the door, that bitch smell like a nail shop Beat the pot up, got that bitch in the Headlock
I was with niggas, we came from the sandbox Until they start snitching, then ran to the Damn Cops
Took a little break, but I had to get it back right Said, fuck all these bitches and go get my Bag right
Niggas ain't eating, they must ain't got appetite Love my little foreign little bitch, she from Akotite
Yeah, she from Akotite, yeah, and she, uh, yeah Akotite



Credits
Writer(s): Jackson Skillingstad
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