​red light lyrics

[Intro]
Stepping on n*ggas, I see him, I sock him
Not talking 'bout rappers, we spot him, we got him, we shoot
My n*ggas run in that crib, get the loot
Blowing that gas, b*tch, I'm fin' pollute
Get a new pack, got that sh*t from Xhu
Got a new grill, put it on my tooth
Got a new grill, put it on my teeth
Archive clothes all up on my tees
I'm that motherf*cker they wan' be
I walk in that b*tch, walk in that sc—
(Becker)
Hold up, ayy (This is a Slump Audios exclusive)
b*tch

[Chorus]
You see a red light, I see a green
Know I'm getting that bread by any damn means
AR-15, that sh*t got a beam
n*ggas only want attention, n*ggas wanna get seen
n*ggas sipping on fake drop, that sh*t not lean
n*gga rocking that drop, that's not Supreme
n*gga said he want smoke, that's fine by me
I ain't f*cking with the cops, know you can't arrest me

[Verse]
Know the choppa named Johnny, don't wanna test me
Got a brand new Glock, don't got a safety
Run up in the crib with a new XD
Put a lil' boy on a motherf*cking tee
You say you've been smoking that gas, that's mid
High as b*tch, I'm a damn flight risk
That n*gga love talking, gonna hit him in the lip
Finna call up my brothers, know we finna hit a lick, lil' n*gga
You talking that crazy, you better move with caution
Call up my brother, he ready to off him
Like this sh*t a new song, b*tch, we gon' drop 'em
You think I'ma burn out, but I'm never stopping
Walk into that store, everything what I'm copping
We made a mess with that boy, he gon' mop him
Stepping on n*ggas, I see him, I sock him
Not talking 'bout rappers, we spot him, we got him, we shoot
My n*ggas run in that crib, get the loot
Blowing that gas, b*tch, I'm fin' pollute
Get a new pack, got that sh*t from Xhu
Got a new grill, put it on my tooth
Got a new grill, put it on my teeth
Archive clothes all up on my tees
I'm that motherf*cker they wan' be
I walk in that b*tch, walk in that scene
Got the Off-White Prestos, came in that cream
Know we gon' get to work, not talking 'bout Dream
Gonna knock a boy out, not 'bout Steam
Got the new VVs on me, on flee'
And I ain't talking 'bout no market
Ha, in that AMG, I park it
I've been up in Saks, you a target
I'ma step on that n*gga like carpet
Got a new Glock off the black market
We hitting Neiman and Marcus
Throw that song away, lil' b*tch, know it's garbage
I call up Becker, he send me that pack
Your boy in my blunt, I'ma smoke him like gas
We gonna put that lil' boy in the thrax
Push a lil' beam', in that motherf*cking Max'
What did I say? Know my shooter redacted
I'm in the club with a bad b*tch
You not my bro, keep a hit stick
Posted outside with the misfits
People all talk, they ain't do sh*t
We show 'em the devil, we'll shoot sh*t
You not running up, you won't shoot sh*t
Been going up, I'm a new kid
[Chorus]
You see a red light, I see a green
Know I'm getting that bread by any damn means
AR-15, that sh*t got a beam
n*ggas only want attention, n*ggas wanna get seen
n*ggas sipping on fake drop, that sh*t not lean
n*gga rocking that drop, that's not Supreme
n*gga said he want smoke, that's fine by me
I ain't f*cking with the cops, know you can't arrest me

[Outro]
Ayy, you f*cking with DJ Becker, go and buy his beats y'all (b*tch)
(Becker)
I'll kill you and everyone you know