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red light 2 - tay 600 lyrics

[verse]
we get on yo’ ass, scratch ’em out
they just left my dawg up in the cage, they needa let ’em out
i ain’t cuffin’ b*tches everyday, i’d rather sell ’em out
p*ssy b*tch, they caught ’em with the ‘k, they had to drac’ him out
now we at his house, that backdoor was open, we left in and out
foenem tried to rob ’em, he got tough, they had to bl!ck him down
he was standin’ out there with his homie, we had to get the grau
any n*gga try to run up on me, let that pistol growl
’cause i ain’t havin’ it, any n*gga that you see with me, they savages
everytime they got a pipe for sale, i’m grabbin’ it
got yo’ b*tch, she on one knee just like she kaepernick
me and rah had smoked up so much weed, they thought we was traffickin’
i really spent twenty in the mareeor, i’m not just rappin’ it
it was bussin’ shootouts everyday, i’m like, “what’s happenin’?”
i was sixteen posted on the block, ain’t do no packin’
i see n*ggas dyin’ everyday, i got my pistol tucked
since lil’ shorty runnin’ through 600, i ain’t give a f*ck
n*ggas change for money and the fame, i ain’t switchin’ up
how the f*ck you gon’ compete with me when you ain’t did enough?
he was talkin’ like he bulletproof, we had to hit ’em up
he was satisfied ’til them people had to pick him up
remember in the county callin’ b*tches, they wasn’t pickin’ up
choppa knock him down, that boy was big but he wasn’t big enough
uh, grab the glock, spin the block, hit the cut
i went from the rugers to the glocks, i had to switch it up
b*tches on my d*ck, i’m rockin’ sh*t everytime i hit the club
just don’t get to muggin’ in this b*tch, that sh*t’ll get you touched
ayy, anybody say my name in vein, you know them choppas flyin’
n*gga k!lled my homie, we had slid before started cryin’
show me some respect or we gon’ k!ll ’em, he get outta line
tayski come through beatin’ down his block like it was hammer time
run up on his ass, they know i’m with gang, you know i’m finna k!ll
they think i retired from the streets but b*tch i’m in it still
he was on they ass, his ass back to back like we invented drill
them glock nickel sh*lls rocked ’em to sleep like he took benadryl
uh, spin again, he ain’t wanna come outside, we had to k!ll his friend
i got tired of that, i’m coughin’, i had to send him in
b*tch, i tried to tell you i don’t play ’bout my dividends

- tay 600 lyrics

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