| Green beam, green beam
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| There won’t be a tonight, this ain’t Christmas Lights, yeah
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| Red beam, green beam, you can die anytime
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| Baby came from the bricks where the bitch hatin' a meal ticket
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| DeCicco
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| Baby came from the bricks where the bitch hatin' a meal ticket
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| Lord know, if I don’t blow, would they still kick it?
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| That’s why we know, she a ho, when we gotta deal with it
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| The syrup always make me mad unless I take a pill with it
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| With the same niggas from the huddle who was in the field with me
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| Fourth and twenty, now they’re facing twenty, just throw a flag on 'em (free my
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| niggas, yeah)
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| Way them rats run down you, you would think it’s Christmas night
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| Read beams, green beams, but we ain’t shootin' Christmas lights
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| Got a hood bitch at the Waffle House, might get a tip tonight
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| You know you playin' this song, you can get killed tonight
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| But your hip now, it’s off the hip now, it’s on your reach now
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| Side bitch tryna make a shot now, she’s just a rebound
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| Made the bitch made, made the teacher mad, but the plug proud
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| All my niggas locked behind bars, just know I love y’all
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| My dad and Tyrone let on the street
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| We was saved by the bell like we Screech
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| We twenty-three, leave 'em dead in the street
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| Make your mama faint when they pull back the sheet
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| I ain’t on drank then I can’t go to sleep
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| Sixth grade, I ain’t have nothin' to eat
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| Was shootin' dice, tryna buy up some sneaks
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| I’ma put a percocet on a P
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| Fell off but got back on my feet
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| It was times I couldn’t afford new clothes
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| I’ma call up Boosie, get 'em for cheap
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| Fuck a bitch and I’ma paint her toes
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| Her new spot, she just gave me a key
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| Buy the xans just like I’m Lil Peep
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| David Ruffin, yeah I love this high
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| Hellcat in the projects, give 'em motivation
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| Let a thug get by
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| Freelance, runnin' to the Boys & Girls Club in the morning
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| Hit the fire hydrant with a Boeing
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| Baby came from the bricks where the bitch hatin' a meal ticket
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| Lord know, if I don’t blow, would they still kick it?
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| That’s why we know, she a ho, when we gotta deal with it
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| The syrup always make me mad unless I take a pill with it
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| With the same niggas from the huddle who was in the field with me
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| Fourth and twenty, now they’re facing twenty, just throw a flag on 'em (free my
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| niggas, yeah)
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| Way them rats run down you, you would think it’s Christmas night
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| Read beams, green beams, but we ain’t shootin' Christmas lights
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| I’m the same nigga from the block when that shit was hot as fuck
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| Now the young nigga gon' gun somethin'
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| Told Ralo stay down and we gon' run it up
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| And them oldhead niggas was scared to front every one of us
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| Take it back to the T and turn the guns up
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| Give 'em red beam, green beam, this ain’t Christmas, it’s a lightshow
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| You can die at any time in the night though
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| And I been workin' real hard to pay my ass off
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| And I’m still standing in the trap, sellin' pounds, keep a strap
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| And a nigga know I ain’t goin' for that, be shootin' where our mama at
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| And I hope this rap take off for me, I got a lot of niggas to feed
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| I’m still havin' them bad dreams and them nightmares
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| That 12 ran up in the spot and caught a nigga with a block
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| Got my country boy cashin' out
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| I be keepin' it work in a drought
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| Baby came from the bricks where the bitch hatin' a meal ticket
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| Lord know, if I don’t blow, would they still kick it?
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| That’s why we know, she a ho, when we gotta deal with it
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| The syrup always make me mad unless I take a pill with it
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| With the same niggas from the huddle who was in the field with me
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| Fourth and twenty, now they’re facing twenty, just throw a flag on 'em (free my
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| niggas, yeah)
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| Way them rats run down you, you would think it’s Christmas night
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| Read beams, green beams, but we ain’t shootin' Christmas lights |