Green The Red Lights

Niggas mad bout a hoe I don't know
Swear that I seen it before
Drop top head for the rolls
AP on me she feignin to go
Backwood lil nigga no need for the smoke
Keep this shit playa still ready to roll
Crush it right up and get high like the throne
Racks like the Wimbledon it's a 2 tone

Niggas talk crazy like I wouldn't know
Niggas got love for me know they the bros
Swap out that bitch Ion want her I'm gone
Shot some racks to em lil nigga keep going
Poppin right out had to tell em I told y'all
Had to pave the set w the stones
Blue berry set w the chocolate the doors up
Had to green the red light I'm alone
Niggas gone cry bout that bitch
Niggas gone die by that bitch how they settin the the tone
I just went glass on the wrist
Factory glass on the wrist pay the cash ain't no loan
Tryna get back how I been
Tryna let niggas back in but I cut em and grow
All of the racks that he spend
No it don't matter I double put over your dome

Niggas mad bout a hoe I don't know
Swear that I seen It before
Drop top head for the rolls
AP on me she feignin to go
Backwood lil nigga no need for the smoke
Keep this shit playa still ready to roll
Crush it right up and get high like the throne
Racks like the Wimbledon it's a 2 tone



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Writer(s): Shawn Morrison
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