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Red light, red dot, throwin' up bands Shawty in the back, gimme head, no hands And I'm way up, too high, shawty don't land Thought it was a gun, it was a cock in my pants I got one crew, they've been living lavish Cut off 2, 3, 4 no baggage And I got 4, 5, 6 gold karats Smoking on green, don't pass no cabbage Uh, 'cause the choppa got kickback, shortie got a big ass Break a bitch back like a motherfucking KitKat Wonder where I get that Looking at your bitch ass Looking right back, said I like your wrist, okay bet Wrist ticking like a tick-tick-tat Now I gotta beat it up like Michael Jack New wit' her, then a chit-chit-chat We just runnin' up a stack, all facts, no cap Pardon my manners, pardon my past My shawty too bad, my backstage packed Fit too clean, my drip like tap Still ducking from twelve we do It's gone off a edible, shit is incredible Counting my guap and I'm stacking my decibels I keep a stick, and a mop like a janitor We comin' up like the doors of a Aventador We just been at it for days, now we in bed with the snakes I got a list of my enemies Working essentially minimum wage I got some new jeans Now our pockets really different Yeah I had to go and put that shit on, gang I ain't got to worry, I've been married to the money And you know I had to (brrt) ring up the bank 'Cause I gotta bank roll Let me get the tank rolled And I got the papers in my pants She just hit the pay phone Said she wanna lay low Oh she wanna fuck Goddamn, yeah Red light, red dot, throwin' up bands Shawty in the back, gimme head, no hands And I'm way up, too high, shawty don't land Thought it was a gun, it was a cock in my pants I got one crew, they've been living lavish Cut off 2, 3, 4 no baggage And I got 4, 5, 6 gold karats Smoking on green, don't pass no cabbage Uh, excuse me sir, it appears the payment has been declined Uhm, perhaps try insterting the card, sir? Or maybe it comes down to the fact that You broke, bitch Red light, red dot, throwin' up bands Shawty in the back, gimme head, no hands And I'm way up, too high, shawty don't land Thought it was a gun, it was a cock in my pants I got one crew, they've been living lavish Cut off 2, 3, 4 no baggage And I got 4, 5, 6 gold karats Smoking on green, don't pass no cabbage
Writer(s): Seaton Rogers, Carter Wang, Boler Mani Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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