lil toolit – red l!ght! lyrics
[hook: coreybanz]
red light, red light
they say i need get my head right
and i need to get all my bread right
but, they know i shine light a headlight
green light, green light
i know you ain’t bout’ that street life (yeah)
posted on ball like it’s street life (yeah)
hitting that b+tch for like 3 times
[verse 1: coreybanz]
3 time, 3 time
i know my brother gon’ eat right
yeah, i hit your b+tch in my free time
yeah, purp in my cup got my lean right (b+tch)
lean right, lean right
hop on the drugs make me feel right (yeah)
honestly, i do not feel right (yeah)
all this sh+t don’t feel like real life (what)
i+i+i swear i be on some other sh+t (yeah)
and you know my shootеr be bussin’ sh+t (wooh)
wasting my time with another b+tch
and i wasn’t onе with that loving sh+t (what)
now i be one with that rapping sh+t (d+mn)
f+cking around on my type of b+tch (yeah)
i ain’t the one for that capping sh+t (f+ck)
i mixing the pills with my adavite (yeah)
mixing the pen with the green (green)
now she wanna f+ck on my team (yeah)
she wanna drink on the lean (huh)
till my n+ggas call her a fiend
yeah, i drop the pen where i be (ayy)
and i drop the pen where i be (wooh)
yeah, double my vision can’t see
and double my vision can’t see (yeah)
what the f+ck happened to me
what the f+ck happened to me
yo, what the f+ck happened to me
yo, what the f+ck happened to me
what the f+ck happened to me
yeah, what the f+ck happened to me
[hook: coreybanz]
red light, red light
they say i need get my head right
and i need to get all my bread right
but, they know i shine light a headlight
green light, green light, (oh)
i know you ain’t bout’ that street life (yeah)
posted on ball like it’s street life (yeah)
hitting that b+tch for like 3 times
[verse 2: lil toolit]
big bands on my body n+gga i’m so real (b+tch i’m so real)
b+tch i carry gold b+tch i don’t do no steel (don’t do no steel)
i know y’all n+gga some p+ssies, y’all some ill (y’all n+gga some ills)
back then i was broke back then i had to steal (and that’s on mom)
now, i’m gonna pull up in a foreign or a rari’ (uh+huh)
your b+tch she looking at me like i’m sorry (oh, oh)
and n+gga i’m boxed up flexed on amiri (yeah, yeah)
put it in the inside that sh+t gnarly (oh)
don’t doubt my b+tch she look like a barbie (oh)
coming in man that sh+t so large (yeah)
put it in no key and i start it (oh)
can’t f+ck with these bros cause these n+ggas r+t+rded (on god)
to the thot i be with man f+ck that comb (f+ck the comb)
whip the b+tch till the f+cking engine blow (when it blow)
blow my sh+t where the top just go (just go)
i admit it it’s fine, i did it on my own (on god)
shawty tryna f+ck but, i told her just go (go home)
cause i ain’t got time for these motherf+ckin’ hoes (no, no)
gotta stay on my pill
gotta stay on my throne (yeah, yeah)
cause b+tches be hopping at your motherf+ckin’ phone (my phone)
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oooooh, yeah, oooooooh, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah oh, oh, yeah, yeah
[hook: coreybanz]
red light, red light
they say i need get my head right
and i need to get all my bread right
but, they know i shine light a headlight
green light, green light
i know you ain’t bout’ that street life (yeah)
posted on ball like it’s street life (yeah)
hitting that b+tch for like 3 times
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