Go/Green Light

Westside
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I could never be a bitch and that's fasho
Sho-sho
Heard the money it was knockin' at the door
Do-do
Ima angel seen the clock and it was 4:44
Tried to tell me bitches hatin on the low
Low low
Shorty thick she bend it over touch her toes
You know I bring the baddest bitches out at all my shows
Bitch I'm lit in real life fuck a post
And I'm really getting to it like I'm 'posed to
He say damn baby how you get yo body like dat
I'm like honestly I think that I just got it like dat
Can't no nigga out here act like I ain't poppin like dat
Bitch my ego big as hell that's why I'm walkin' like dat
Play my song everywhere
Fuck the coast up
Every morning champagne for breakfast
Fuck a toast up
I just had to breathe for a second
I ain't slowed up
Now we bouta really show these niggas how to go up

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Everywhere I go I keep that fuckin' shine on me
Bitch I feel like pretty Ricky
When he grind on me
I was cooling
Tell me why them bitches lied on me
Ok let me show you sumn keep yo eyes on me
Take a shot
Get on top
Snatch his soul
Swear that I would make a killin' if I hit the pole
I ain't smacked a hoe in a minute that's some growth
Man you bitches lucky that I really had to focus
He say I'm too much
He gotta take my ass in doses
Big stocky nigga he gon' put me on his shoulders
Old niggas tryna spin the block
Oh yeah I noticed
Told them niggas gotta let it go like it's frozen
In a different bracket
We ain't askin' for a total
You can get whatever that you want
I thought I told you
Baby boy you really fine as hell
I can't hold you
Bitch I should be winnin' all the shit I had to go through

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Green light
This ain't John
This ain't 3 stacks
Hunnit stacks or more I need dat
Lemme see that
Hardest out bitch outta Baltimore
Yeah I be dat
And I ain't get on top
By giving top and burning kneecaps
I be burnin' trees back
Better call the bear
The way I'm rapping
I don't really think that we can really call it fair
I bring the city out like the circus
I bring my bitches and my niggas
Have 'em getting nervous
I want my meals and my money with a little service
The shit I carry
I can't fit it in them little purses
Do anybody have an objection
I see 'em form they lor weapons
But I got the protection
I got them bitches outta there
I call it natural selection
You see a couple of my niggas
That ain't half of my steppers
You see a couple albums
Bitch and that ain't half of the pressure
You see me up now
And nigga that ain't half the progression
You see me post wins
And nigga that ain't half of the blessings
I was supposed to win
You don't see me out here in the mix
Boy I be focusing
If they talkin' shit
Well that's a shame
Cause I ain't notice it
I told you bitch
I'm really drunk off success
I gotta hold my piss
I told you bitch
I'm really out for necks
Say the Miss before the Kam
I'm really 'bout respect
I'm in a different type of bag
I'm really 'bout to flex
How could I forget
Haha
So if you want to
You got the green light
I ain't never had a milli
Tryna see what that be like
Ask me if if winning
Tell me what the fuck it seem like
Every time you see me
I be shining like ding right
Mouth dirty
But I keep that pussy clean right
Move solo
But I'm wit the same team right
'Long as Kam eat
Then we all eat right