Green Light

C'mon, c'mon, huh, stuff them rackaids in my pea coat
This shit getting major they know I'm havin' C-notes
All my bags gon' land, damn, gelato got the cheat code
Man it's gettin' hard for me to name a bitch that won't go
Take money to go to war, how I know these niggas can't fuck with us
If it's up, then nigga is stuck with us
Most these niggas be pussy, fuck a bag
Shit, I'ma chop the nigga myself
Now I'm locked in with my gang, no, I don't see nobody else
I been averaging three a day, I got a green light just like steph

Ayy, I heard his trap was slow, ayy, Ray, ayy, ask that nigga if he need some help
I'm the king around this bitch, can somebody pass me the belt
Ain't no hoes in my trap, everything we do top shelf
Ain't no way that nigga seein' us, must be off that meth
Drop a cam in my donk, damn, rest in peace to neph
Nigga its free to keep it real,
juggin by myself I know these niggas gon' uh,
Shit, I know these niggas gon' tell
Boys be callin' 12 wyclef
Really made a livin' off that scale
Ran them digits myself, nigga sell after sell
Hold my Rollie up, bitch, I'm doin' well
Belt the ass, dawg, I swear this shit ain't fair
Ain't no time to chill, I get my chips and I'm outta there

stuff them rackaids in my pea coat
This shit getting major they know I'm havin' C-notes
All my bags gon' land, damn, gelato got the cheat code
Man it's gettin' hard for me to name a bitch that won't go
Take money to go to war, how I know these niggas can't fuck with us
If it's up, then nigga is stuck with us
Most these niggas be pussy, fuck a bag
Shit, I'ma chop the nigga myself
Now I'm locked in with my gang, no, I don't see nobody else
I been averaging three a day, I got a green light just like steph



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Writer(s): Dallas Waiters
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