No More Heroes: Red Light Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Sandstorm
They hate how we walk, how we talk (Ah, wake up, we got a mission)
How we move, said we're lost and frustrated (Yo, Mar, turn that sh*t up)
But believe it or not, we're the next up on top (I'm f*ckin' bustin', n*gga)
We're the youth of the nation (Grrah, Notti Gang, Notti Gang)
They hate how we walk, how we talk (Notti, like, Notti Gang, b*tch, grrah)
How we move, said we're lost and frustrated
But believe it or not, we're the next up on top
We're the youth of the nation

[Chorus]
See a Gunna, I'm dumpin' the clip
Sha Gz a b*tch, why you runnin' your lips? (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Talk on Notti, you eatin' this clip
n*gga, Youssef a bum, you still rock fake drip
Cash App, but still broke, y'all bummy
Y'all wear the same clothes, don't f*ck with the bunnies
Put lil' bro name in y'all tracks, I'ma spin through the 8, yeah, that sh*t gon' get ugly

[Verse 1]
Don't forget 'bout lil' Rah-Rah in that cab, on bro, that sh*t made it slap
Yellin', "Notti Gang," throw shots at the gas (On bro)
Spin back, play this, on blast
And I'm smokin' on so many deads, like, how the f*ck I'm not dead? (Like)
C-HII, Nazzy, JayRip, Ray-Ray, like, that's the deads that we face
If I catch me a drill rapper, do him dirty
Yeah, he from the Rey, I ain't got no worries
If he smokin' my brother, make sure that he buried, like (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Can't believe they talk on the O, they lost so much bros for droppin' the O
Like, MS, Leroy, Gaddy, dead, all my n*ggas keep one in the head
I can't go out like Rah, n*gga died in the V, sixteen, he dead in my spli' (Ah)
They keep talkin' on Notti, lost half of they team, even his dad outside gettin' beat (On bro)
[Chorus]
See a Gunna, I'm dumpin' the clip
Sha Gz a b*tch, why you runnin' your lips?
Talk on Notti, you eatin' this clip
n*gga, Youssef a bum, you still rock fake drip
Cash App, but still broke, y'all bummy
Y'all wear the same clothes, don't f*ck with the bunnies
Put lil' bro name in y'all tracks, I'ma spin through the 8, yeah, that sh*t gon' get ugly

[Outro]
But believe it or not, we're the next up on top
We're the youth of the nation
They hate how we walk, how we talk
Move, said we're lost and frustrated
But believe it or not, we're the next up on top