RED LIGHT! Lyrics

Red light

Bar fight

I might

Fist fight

Any fucker at the red light

Bar fight

I might

Fist fight

Any fucker at the red light

Bar fight

I might

Fist fight

Any fucker at the red light

Bar fight

I might

Fist fight

Any fucker at the red light

Bar fight

I might

Fist fight

Any fucker at the red light

Yeah

This is an homage to ROM, I am the one that I donned

King of the Pit so I made you this song

Stiff silhouette sink deep, six feet

Getting head in my in my drivers seat

So I don't really care if I got the fuzz on me

Always got the funds on me

Flow really get 'em so they hating on my latency

Keep that talk I'ma make yo girl late then see

If you really wanna talk on me

God I might be, good on any scene

Not a single person that I need in any place that I've stood

Seen my face drain cold with the blood

Everybody say they hate me when I'm off of the bud

I don't give a fuck tho, ride slow, move slow, I don't give a fuck hoe, ayy

Keep it pushing, I got people penny pinching

Itching in their pockets

Digging in the cushion

Say they gotta pay tuition

Really it's ROM

Really it's ROM

I'm the one who got 'em kissing on the sawed offs

And If I get locked I got homies who will pay the bond

So drop to yo knees and pray to God

Got about six figures I ain't seen yet

I don't why shawty tripping I ain't died off the bean yet

Fuck that bitch and her whack ass head

Gripping on my pockets tryna get up in my bread

Scared that I'ma cheat so she never leave my bed

Sorry if you mad from the shit that I said

Got like ten reasons, ion give a fuck

If he wanna fight and it's up then it's up

I'm the one who gonna be quick to the cut

Choppa hit him hard got himself a tummy tuck

Red light

Bar fight

I might

Fist fight

Any fucker at the red light

Bar fight

I might

Fist fight

Any fucker at the red light

Bar fight

I might

Fist fight

Any fucker at the red light

Bar fight

I might

Fist fight

Any fucker at the red light

Bar fight

I might

Fist fight

Any fucker at the red light

Ayy

Work OT so my next generation gon be good

Bleeding from my palms hope you bitches understood

Caring for my moms doing everything I could

Move her out the house to the burbs 'cause I should

Say it's no good with the path that I'm heading for

Say I'm just a bull with my dreams heading for a Matador

Had enough of these motherfuckers always showing me the door

Not another option so I'm looking at a tour

Telling all my future kids your daddy isn't poor

Grab you by the throat if it's money you implore

Jumping over hurdles, all this music shit a chore

Pushing me you gonna see the calm before the storm

Why should I please you if I'm tripping to record?