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tay 600 - red light lyrics

[verse 1]
choppa leave yo face on a canvas
riding through the opps we got 4 glocks they come in handy
somewhere getting top from this lil bop i call her mandy
you ain’t got no joc why you in the car if you ain’t blamming
everyday in school i came in high they tried to ban me
i just f-cked a thot [??????????????????????????????????????]
every since i f-cked that n-gg- b-tch now he can’t stand me
but he ain’t gone play he know i’m savage like i’m randy
let a p-ssy n-gg- tweak then it’s gone be a murder uh
got lil fendo on standby you know he’s a purger uh
‘member posted in them trenches it’s just me and burger uh
if she acting like a fan you know i gotta curve her uh
i ain’t saying im herbo but i do be swervin’ uh
all that fidgeting and sh-t i got you n-gg-s nervous uh
only bosses talk to bosses and yo’ -ss a worker uh
all these n-gg-s steady claiming blocks i never heard of
what’s yo body count? put yo -ss on cnn
if i ever see the opps then we won’t meet again
shoot his face then he gone fly just like he peter pan
2 glock .40s on my lap you wanna see the twins?
n-gg-s that used to sit with me bet they can’t have a seat again
let that f-ck n-gg- ate off my plate bet he won’t eat again
yeah my b-tch she took me back but ima cheat again uh
all these some n-gg-s frauds like a cpn uh
know a youngin’ he 16 but he a face arranger
the day that b-tch gave me some p-ssy she became a stranger uh
yeah i asked about you they said you ain’t a gangster uh
all that cracking treys and sh-t gone make me face a gangster uh
steady acting like you tweaking off them mids, stank him
last n-gg- played with my name i k!lled him dead paint him
any n-gg- think that i’m playing bout my bread change him
no young joc it’s going down like a d-mn anchor
i don’t gotta stay in them trenches i been stood there
a 100 shots up in this draco so i’m good there
right there on the ‘met that’s my block yeah that’s my hood there
and i was terrorizing the opps b-tch i’m like suge there
every since a kid i was wilding throwing gang signs
no you not a war if you sliding and they ain’t dying uh
i could never be a snitch and i ain’t trying uh
put that nickel to his head call it facetime uh

b-tch lets get it, foenem, n-gg-s already know how the f-ck we coming man, on gang, real gang banging sh-t you know, real savage sh-t, i was a savage before rap, n-gg-s can’t even compare to this sh-t these n-gg-s frauds, leave my name in this sh-t for real

[verse 2]
b-tch thought it was over uh
shot at me and missed guess i was lucky like a clover uh
broski pop his top he run his mouth just like a motor uh
foenem steady k!lling like they tryna’ reach a quota uh
n-gg-s twitter beefing we gone pop him like a soda uh
b-tch i’m master p ain’t got no limit to these soldiers uh
since i was a youngin i already been a smoker uh
solo put that .40 to his neck just like a choker uh

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