Greenlight
Aye, she a lil' flirt, fuck that bae, I'll make it worse
I'm an icy nigga, put diamonds on her purse
She say she ain't paying, so I make that bitch work, uh
No ruler, school girl in a skirt
Front for a fine lil' stripper
This ain't no T-Pain, but I swear I'm finna tip her
You might get the best of me, I'm fucked up off this liquor
I'ma nigga with some value, so I dick her then forget her
While I be on the road playmaking, bitch wants that life
Yellow, red, what I ignore, I'm only seeing green lights
Don't let my niggas catch you while you got a green life
Free all my lifers in the box, holding it down, sending kites
Don't get scrambled in the field if you want the sunny side
Keep a burner in the mailbox in case I have to step outside
Fight or flight, and this chopper don't fight, this shit bites
Do your shit, stash the blower, then haul ass, you'll be alright
She straight gobble dicker, head bopper, homie topper
Send a bitch to the doctor 'cause her voice gone
Pigs on us every time something goes wrong
Unsolved case, you keep it zipped, then carry on
Brought the blower in the club as my plus one
You ain't do none like me 'cause you ain't touch none
You ain't never touched the rack, you ain't touch none
Green light, ain't surprised you got bust on
Bitch, I'm 'bout to bounce out, gang slide
Trooping with a 45
'Bout to hit your block, let off some shots, turn off the headlights
Yo' bitch a bopper, like each night
Ain't hit it, but the team might
Don't let us catch you lackin', dumb nigga, it's a green light
Fuck you mean, bitch, we the winning team
Bad bitch, made her scream, pussy good, she for the team
I'm pop with the thing, masked up, Halloween
This Glock equipped with a laser, a beam, that's a green light
Hop out, leave (Aye, Glock out)
And leave that bitch on park
All that poppin' on the net gon' have you swimmin' with the sharks
Night vision, tracer rounds, we'll do this in the dark
Couldn't even call on yo' dogs to save you, all they do is bark
Bitch, I knew from the start
You a lil' jota, can't fuck, ain't no spark
Don't be surprised when a nigga breaks your heart
She on go mode, told the lil' bitch just to park
My other lil' bitch keeps the shit on the low
She got a whole nigga, but she loves to come home
When she do, she gives me face with it, no dome
Then Nena, she obsessed, if she can, she'll clone
We seen crash and did the race
Don't bounce out with me if you scared to catch a case
No rats allowed, but we bound to chase cheese
And if you're scared of high-speed chases, then you better pass the keys
I ain't fucking with that bitch if she ain't payin' fees
Took a nigga on a trip like
What we call that? (LSD)
Shiesty on with a pole if we in an SRT
Snuck the blower in the function, got in VIP
I'ma start with Westside trippin', I'm from barrio TST
One, three, the grimy side, the smigas, best believe
Blowing up the diaps set with a RPG
Stocking up, It's war time if you fuck with me
Bitch, I'm 'bout to bounce out, gang slide
Trooping with a 45
'Bout to hit your block, let off some shots, turn off the headlights
Yo' bitch a bopper, like each night
Ain't hit it, but the team might
Don't let us catch you lackin', dumb nigga, it's a green light
Fuck you mean, bitch, we the winning team
Bad bitch, made her scream, pussy good, she for the team
I'm pop with the thing, masked up, Halloween
This Glock equipped with a laser, a beam, that's a green light
I'm an icy nigga, put diamonds on her purse
She say she ain't paying, so I make that bitch work, uh
No ruler, school girl in a skirt
Front for a fine lil' stripper
This ain't no T-Pain, but I swear I'm finna tip her
You might get the best of me, I'm fucked up off this liquor
I'ma nigga with some value, so I dick her then forget her
While I be on the road playmaking, bitch wants that life
Yellow, red, what I ignore, I'm only seeing green lights
Don't let my niggas catch you while you got a green life
Free all my lifers in the box, holding it down, sending kites
Don't get scrambled in the field if you want the sunny side
Keep a burner in the mailbox in case I have to step outside
Fight or flight, and this chopper don't fight, this shit bites
Do your shit, stash the blower, then haul ass, you'll be alright
She straight gobble dicker, head bopper, homie topper
Send a bitch to the doctor 'cause her voice gone
Pigs on us every time something goes wrong
Unsolved case, you keep it zipped, then carry on
Brought the blower in the club as my plus one
You ain't do none like me 'cause you ain't touch none
You ain't never touched the rack, you ain't touch none
Green light, ain't surprised you got bust on
Bitch, I'm 'bout to bounce out, gang slide
Trooping with a 45
'Bout to hit your block, let off some shots, turn off the headlights
Yo' bitch a bopper, like each night
Ain't hit it, but the team might
Don't let us catch you lackin', dumb nigga, it's a green light
Fuck you mean, bitch, we the winning team
Bad bitch, made her scream, pussy good, she for the team
I'm pop with the thing, masked up, Halloween
This Glock equipped with a laser, a beam, that's a green light
Hop out, leave (Aye, Glock out)
And leave that bitch on park
All that poppin' on the net gon' have you swimmin' with the sharks
Night vision, tracer rounds, we'll do this in the dark
Couldn't even call on yo' dogs to save you, all they do is bark
Bitch, I knew from the start
You a lil' jota, can't fuck, ain't no spark
Don't be surprised when a nigga breaks your heart
She on go mode, told the lil' bitch just to park
My other lil' bitch keeps the shit on the low
She got a whole nigga, but she loves to come home
When she do, she gives me face with it, no dome
Then Nena, she obsessed, if she can, she'll clone
We seen crash and did the race
Don't bounce out with me if you scared to catch a case
No rats allowed, but we bound to chase cheese
And if you're scared of high-speed chases, then you better pass the keys
I ain't fucking with that bitch if she ain't payin' fees
Took a nigga on a trip like
What we call that? (LSD)
Shiesty on with a pole if we in an SRT
Snuck the blower in the function, got in VIP
I'ma start with Westside trippin', I'm from barrio TST
One, three, the grimy side, the smigas, best believe
Blowing up the diaps set with a RPG
Stocking up, It's war time if you fuck with me
Bitch, I'm 'bout to bounce out, gang slide
Trooping with a 45
'Bout to hit your block, let off some shots, turn off the headlights
Yo' bitch a bopper, like each night
Ain't hit it, but the team might
Don't let us catch you lackin', dumb nigga, it's a green light
Fuck you mean, bitch, we the winning team
Bad bitch, made her scream, pussy good, she for the team
I'm pop with the thing, masked up, Halloween
This Glock equipped with a laser, a beam, that's a green light
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