red light

Stepping on niggas, I see him, I sock him
Not talking 'bout rappers, we spot him, we got him, we shoot
My niggas run in that crib, get the loot
Blowing that gas, bitch, I'm fing pollute
Get a new pack, got that shit from Xhu
Got a new grill, put it on my tooth
Got a new grill, put it on my teeth
Archive clothes all up on my tees
I'm that motherfucker they wan' be
I walk in that bitch, walk in that sc—
(Becker)
Hold up, ayy (This is a Slump Audios exclusive)
Bitch

You see a red light, I see a green
Know I'm getting that bread by any damn means
AR-15, that shit got a beam
Niggas only want attention, niggas wanna get seen
Niggas sipping on fake drop, that shit not lean
Nigga rocking that drop, that's not Supreme
Nigga said he want smoke, that's fine by me
I ain't fucking with the cops, know you can't arrest me

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 the motherfucking tee
You say you've been smoking that gas, that's mid
High as bitch, I'm a damn flight risk
That nigga love tongue, gonna hit him in the lip
Finna call up my brothers, know we finna hit a lick, lil' nigga
You talking that crazy, you better move with caution
Call up my brother, he ready to off him
Like this shit a new song, bitch, 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 niggas, I see him, I sock him
Not talking 'bout rappers, we spot him, we got him, we shoot
My niggas run in that crib, get the loot
Blowing that gas, bitch, I'm fing pollute
Get a new pack, got that shit from Xhu
Got a new grill, put it on my tooth
Got a new grill, put it on my teeth
Archive clothes all up on my tees
I'm that motherfucker they wan' be
I walk in that bitch, 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 nigga like carpet
Got a new Glock off the black market
We hitting Neiman and Marcus
Throw that song away, lil' bitch, 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 motherfucking Max'
What did I say? Know my shooter redacted
I'm in the club with a bad bitch
You not my bro, keep a hit stick
Posted outside with the misfits
People all talk, they ain't do shit
We show 'em the devil, we'll shoot shit
You not running up, you won't shoot shit
Been going up, I'm a new kid

You see a red light, I see a green
Know I'm getting that bread by any damn means
AR-15, that shit got a beam
Niggas only want attention, niggas wanna get seen
Niggas sipping on fake drop, that shit not lean
Nigga rocking that drop, that's not Supreme
Nigga said he want smoke, that's fine by me
I ain't fucking with the cops, know you can't arrest me

Ayy, you fucking with DJ Becker, go and buy his beats y'all (Bitch)
(Becker)
I'll kill you and everyone you know