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​red light - ​midwxst lyrics

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[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 t**th
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 d*mn 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 d*mn flight risk
that n*gga love talking, gonna hit him in the lip
finna call up my brothers, know we finna hit a l!ck, 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 t**th
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 d*mn 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 k!ll you and everyone you know

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