Gringo Lyrics

Like, go

I'm at the red light, green light

Go

I'm at the red light, green light

Go

I'm at the red light, green light

Go

I'm at the red light, green light

Go

I'm at the red light, green light

Go

I'm at the red light, green light

Go

I'm at the red light, green light

Go

I'm at the red light, green light

Go

Passing a red light

Then I be passing these niggas, these niggas be moving too slow

In the tropic, smoking on exotic, then I fuck on a Hawaiian lil momma, let's go

Smith and Wesson

Case a nigga checking

Like I'm fucking Elsa, yes I'm letting it go

One fifty one, the rum, the bourbon its gotten me swerving, you already know

One fifty one, the rum, it's gotten me speaking in cursive

One fifty one, the rum, it's gotten me speaking its working

One fifty one, the rum, it's gotten me speaking, I hurt

One fifty one, the rum, it's gotten me sleeping, it's perfect

Like my titties and my drugs, I love them perky

I'm off the tonics, I'm off of the drugs

Yes I'm thinking it's worth it

Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow

Yeah, he needing a tourniquet

My money, I'm earning it, money I'm burning it

Yeah, you better learn the shit

Im looking for a snack, like Scoobie Doo

Spinning and spinning, spin them, spin it back like a Hula hoop

That Bitty, that Bitty, that bih, that bitch, she bad, like Betty Boop

Don't know my name I'm telling you

Lil Getti fool

I'm telling you, I'm on the move

He said he want smoke, he don't want it dude

And I give him the pack, he know what to do

That pussy so ripe, like a fucking fruit

And I'm keeping a minion like fucking Gru

Jump in this bitch and I kick, kick, kick

Like a kangaroo

Like, go

I'm at the red light, green light

Go

I'm at the red light, green light

Go

I'm at the red light, green light

Go

I'm at the red light, green light

Go

I'm at the red light, green light

Go

I'm at the red light, green light

Go

I'm at the red light, green light

Go

I'm at the red light, green light

Go

Passing a red light

Then I be passing these niggas, these niggas be moving too slow

In the tropic, smoking on exotic, then I fuck on a Hawaiian lil momma, let's go

Smith and Wesson

Case a nigga checking

Like I'm fucking Elsa, yes I'm letting it go

One fifty one, the rum, the bourbon its gotten me swerving, you already know