Green Lantern lyrics

[Intro]
(Esko)
(No way, Hozay)
Huh, yeah
Heard it's snakes in the grass, I got a—
b*tch
Yeah

[Verse]
Heard it's snakes in the grass, I got a weed whacker
Every piece hitting in the store, I'm the Green Lantern
No, for real, made ten off of three smackers
Road running OT, it's f*ckin with my sleep pattern
Used to hate when the chain on my bike pop
Now it's widebody, do the dash, I'm living life now
Went to Hutch off top, f*ck an Icebox
In the Windy City, sticks on us like the White Sox
Thank God 'cause back then I ain't have much
Why the f*ck style biters tryna swag munch?
Used to crack jokes, seen him out, he ain't laugh once
Talking 'bout you smoke za, you ain't never had Runtz
In the rental, i-12 hooked up to the CarPlay
If I see them blue and red lights, it's a car chase
Shoot MIA, living life like I'm Scarface
Leave a b*tch sick, boy, I specialize in heartbreaks
Dropping red in the Sprite, this ain't a Shirley Temple
Shoot here, shoot there, I done ran through thirty rentals
Caught him at the red light, he tried to work the pedal
Dog need a tetanus shot, hit him with some dirty metal
f*ck, get him out of there
Feel like Jordin Sparks, three-five, b*tch, I'm out of air
Get the head, then I'm walking out without a care
White buffs, mirror tint, boy, your b*tch bound to stare
Hitting hoes, see more butts than an ash tray
Going out like Mike, bet I win it on my last game
sh*tty charm bust and I can't forget The Lab chain
How I'm feeling, f*ck an RT, I want that Lamb thing
How I'm feeling, f*ck a mil' ticket, want a billion
Yeah, I heard his song, truth is, that ain't really him
If you ain't scam, fam, no, you can't get Jimmy BIN
Group of hoes see me, all I heard is, "Is that really him?"
Spit fire in the booth, I only drop gems
You typed a tough-ass paragraph and did not send
You a role player, at the most, you gon' drop ten
Hardbody, b*tch, I won't break, I cannot bend
Two hundred dollar tip to make up for my table manners
Pull up on your b*tch, get in her walls, I'ma cable man her
A hundred rounder, boom, boom, bet we made 'em scatter
He tried to run off and get ghost and became a Casper
On a Samsung punching Apple products
b*tch, you better shut up 'fore I scam your mama
Let me talk my sh*t, lil' b*tch, I ain't have a dollar
Pink Runtz, pink Triple S, yeah, it match the 'Iagas
High as hell, blowing clouds like a comic book
Pull up with a skillet on the shh and we got 'em cooked
Whole pack of 'Woods through, how the f*ck that fronto look?
sh*t talker, boy, this ain't got no hook
[Outro]
Huh, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz