Red Lights (feat. Hunxho)

(Ayy, G, this shit hard)

(Fuels got that heat)

On the freeway, still thinkin' 'bout my past life

I woke up, like it's time to get that bread right

The only time I feel good is when the stash right

I'm still ridin' through the hood, runnin' red lights

They said I'm paranoid 'cause I'm thinking 'bout fed nights

I gotta go and take the risk to get that bread right

I'd rather send my **** money, fuck sending a kite

All that talking ain't gon' help a **** get right

I just landed in Miami, first class flight

I can't stop thinking about Lil 1, we come from stealing bikes

No, I'll never say a word, gotta read me my rights

Jumped in that water and I dove in the deep end

It's hard to call it off when you so deep in

Gotta make it out the trap, can't let the streets win

Lil' bro just popped a Perky, that's a pink ten

I'm still thinking 'bout my past, lettin' it sink in

I'm a real trap ****, not no pretend

The streets ugly, they callin' again

I could take a loss today and be ballin' again

Fuck talkin' 'bout the ticket, just tell 'em to send

On the freeway, still thinkin' 'bout my past life

I woke up, like it's time to get that bread right

The only time I feel good is when the stash right

I'm still ridin' through the hood, runnin' red lights

They said I'm paranoid 'cause I'm thinking 'bout fed nights

I gotta go and take the risk to get that bread right

I'd rather send my **** money, fuck sending a kite

All that talking ain't gon' help a **** get right

All that talkin ain't gon' help you get that bread right

He did wrong and I be wrong, I leave 'em dead right

Xho stuck, like a deer when he see a headlight

It's still free my cousin, he been thuggin' in that fed life

I had made myself, can't name no **** that I owe

How dare you call me a rap ****, you knowin' I blow pole

Bro don't give no fucks, he still gon' diss on dead souls

Gun to gun, shit don't matter, I still walk down with Gen4

Can't get stuck inside the trap, but I ain't wanna leave

Xho been the same way since he like seventeen (Yeah)

Shit'll fuck you up, you'll see the boys you grew up with do meth

Got the devil on my left, so I gotta watch how I step

On the freeway, still thinkin' 'bout my past life

I woke up, like it's time to get that bread right

The only time I feel good is when the stash right

I'm still ridin' through the hood, runnin' red lights

They said I'm paranoid 'cause I'm thinking 'bout fed nights

I gotta go and take the risk to get that bread right

I'd rather send my **** money, fuck sending a kite

All that talking ain't gon' help a **** get right

All that talking ain't gon' help a **** get right