[Intro]
But I always blow the yellow light
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
But I'm dressed in all this yellow, right?
But I always blow the yellow light (Skrrt)
But I'm dressed in all this (Hold up), ayy
[Chorus]
They keep telling me to slow down (Slow down)
Mmm, uh, but I always blow the yellow light (Ayy)
Can't let them niggas catch me lacking at the red light (Nah)
Like it'll make them niggas' day if I be dead, right? Huh
But I ain't dying, huh, and they ain't sliding, huh
And I ain't hiding, cappin' if they say they can't find me
Might commit a hate crime, huh, 'cause I hate slime, huh
From the baseline, up and under, do a nigga shiesty
[Verse 1]
Huh, ah, Money takе somethin', huh, huh
DJ make that face, hе 'bout to shake somethin', duh
Huh, Money make that face, he 'bout to kill somethin', duh
I think I'm a zombie, I don't feel nothin', duh
Rose gold, back from the dead, back on his head
Whole lotta stacks on his head, racks on his head
Booby trap on that ass, I can't catch him last
Boobie Miles on that ass, I can do it all
If it's Friday Night Lights, pass me the ball
I don't stop at red lights, won't let 'em do me wrong
Nan' nigga want the smoke, tell 'em prove me wrong
His baby mama smell my cologne, she wanna do it raw, uh
Huh, big dog, huh, Big Skub
Huh, on 5 'nem grave, knock your shit loose, huh
I don't make no diss songs, I get physical, huh
Make love to a bitch, block the number, leave her miserable, uh
Pull up, nah, I'm high on drugs, deuce in a Town Club
Bunch of bands and an ounce of crud, need the chronic, need the mud
My opps weak as fuck, they know I'll beat 'em up
Dyin'-ass niggas ain't even tough, mad at me for what?
'Cause I'm that nigga, huh, I ain't that nigga (What else?)
See, I'm bomfortable, whole hood on my back, nigga (Aw yeah)
Send them bullets at niggas, they look like they run track, nigga
Can't make me get on that nigga, just tell me where you at, nigga
Can't hang around me 'less you use a gun
Ho nigga bleedin', we the reason that he losing blood
My scammer get it easy, couple pieces, got the newest drugs
Put them bitches on the rifles, get a rocket, I'm the rudest one
Huh, ayy, them niggas body count ain't like ours
We been scoring all year, whole team all-stars
Everybody shoot that bitch from a distance, from afar
Everybody shoot that bitch up close, real personal
We can shoot it any way, I'm just sayin', gang versatile
Huh, I still got more keys than Percival
Hold the chop any kind of way, it's reversible
If it's up there, it's stuck, nigga, better check your vertical
But I always blow the yellow light
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
But I'm dressed in all this yellow, right?
But I always blow the yellow light (Skrrt)
But I'm dressed in all this (Hold up), ayy
[Chorus]
They keep telling me to slow down (Slow down)
Mmm, uh, but I always blow the yellow light (Ayy)
Can't let them niggas catch me lacking at the red light (Nah)
Like it'll make them niggas' day if I be dead, right? Huh
But I ain't dying, huh, and they ain't sliding, huh
And I ain't hiding, cappin' if they say they can't find me
Might commit a hate crime, huh, 'cause I hate slime, huh
From the baseline, up and under, do a nigga shiesty
[Verse 1]
Huh, ah, Money takе somethin', huh, huh
DJ make that face, hе 'bout to shake somethin', duh
Huh, Money make that face, he 'bout to kill somethin', duh
I think I'm a zombie, I don't feel nothin', duh
Rose gold, back from the dead, back on his head
Whole lotta stacks on his head, racks on his head
Booby trap on that ass, I can't catch him last
Boobie Miles on that ass, I can do it all
If it's Friday Night Lights, pass me the ball
I don't stop at red lights, won't let 'em do me wrong
Nan' nigga want the smoke, tell 'em prove me wrong
His baby mama smell my cologne, she wanna do it raw, uh
Huh, big dog, huh, Big Skub
Huh, on 5 'nem grave, knock your shit loose, huh
I don't make no diss songs, I get physical, huh
Make love to a bitch, block the number, leave her miserable, uh
Pull up, nah, I'm high on drugs, deuce in a Town Club
Bunch of bands and an ounce of crud, need the chronic, need the mud
My opps weak as fuck, they know I'll beat 'em up
Dyin'-ass niggas ain't even tough, mad at me for what?
'Cause I'm that nigga, huh, I ain't that nigga (What else?)
See, I'm bomfortable, whole hood on my back, nigga (Aw yeah)
Send them bullets at niggas, they look like they run track, nigga
Can't make me get on that nigga, just tell me where you at, nigga
Can't hang around me 'less you use a gun
Ho nigga bleedin', we the reason that he losing blood
My scammer get it easy, couple pieces, got the newest drugs
Put them bitches on the rifles, get a rocket, I'm the rudest one
Huh, ayy, them niggas body count ain't like ours
We been scoring all year, whole team all-stars
Everybody shoot that bitch from a distance, from afar
Everybody shoot that bitch up close, real personal
We can shoot it any way, I'm just sayin', gang versatile
Huh, I still got more keys than Percival
Hold the chop any kind of way, it's reversible
If it's up there, it's stuck, nigga, better check your vertical
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!