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Red light, red dot, throwin' up bands

Shawty in the back, gimme head, no hands

And I'm way up, too high, shawty don't land

Thought it was a gun, it was a cock in my pants

I got one crew, they've been living lavish

Cut off 2, 3, 4 no baggage

And I got 4, 5, 6 gold karats

Smoking on green, don't pass no cabbage

Uh, 'cause the choppa got kickback, shortie got a big ass

Break a b***h back like a motherfucking KitKat

Wonder where I get that

Looking at your b***h ass

Looking right back, said I like your wrist, okay bet

Wrist ticking like a tick-tick-tat

Now I gotta beat it up like Michael Jack

New wit' her, then a chit-chit-chat

We just runnin' up a stack, all facts, no cap

Pardon my manners, pardon my past

My shawty too bad, my backstage packed

Fit too clean, my drip like tap

Still ducking from twelve we do

It's gone off a edible, s**t is incredible

Counting my guap and I'm stacking my decibels

I keep a stick, and a mop like a janitor

We comin' up like the doors of a Aventador

We just been at it for days, now we in bed with the snakes

I got a list of my enemies

Working essentially minimum wage

I got some new jeans

Now our pockets really different

Yeah I had to go and put that s**t on, gang

I ain't got to worry, I've been married to the money

And you know I had to (brrt) ring up the bank

'Cause I gotta bank roll

Let me get the tank rolled

And I got the papers in my pants

She just hit the pay phone

Said she wanna lay low

Oh she wanna f*ck

Goddamn, yeah

Red light, red dot, throwin' up bands

Shawty in the back, gimme head, no hands

And I'm way up, too high, shawty don't land

Thought it was a gun, it was a cock in my pants

I got one crew, they've been living lavish

Cut off 2, 3, 4 no baggage

And I got 4, 5, 6 gold karats

Smoking on green, don't pass no cabbage

Uh, excuse me sir, it appears the payment has been declined

Uhm, perhaps try insterting the card, sir?

Or maybe it comes down to the fact that

You broke, b***h

Red light, red dot, throwin' up bands

Shawty in the back, gimme head, no hands

And I'm way up, too high, shawty don't land

Thought it was a gun, it was a cock in my pants

I got one crew, they've been living lavish

Cut off 2, 3, 4 no baggage

And I got 4, 5, 6 gold karats

Smoking on green, don't pass no cabbage

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