| Street, yeah, we ain’t stopping at no red lights
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| They gon' need umbrellas, when it rain, we spinnin' every night
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| Yellow tape the streets, we outside posted, fuck if the feds watching
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| Cause say it’s time to put in work, he wan' see dead bodies, uh
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| And fuck the opps, them niggas dead probably
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| I ain’t got no heart, told you that from the start, I feel like fuck everybody
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| We gon' wash our hands off with bleach, nigga, for every body
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| Ain’t no red lights, these niggas green, you gotta watch everybody
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| You would’ve thought my niggas died to oppositions, uh
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| They was outside losin' they life to a sentence, uh
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| Lil' bitch say, «Period, pooh,"but ain’t end her sentence, uh
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| Told the bitch, «Don't hit my phone, I’m rude now,"'cause I ain’t friendly, uh
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| She put them drugs inside her body, Percocet, molly
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| I’ma get a nigga wet up like Poseidon if an opp try me
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| Was the only black kid on the baseball team, so they think I’m not sliding
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| My best friends killed my granddaddy, I had a hard time crying
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| Street, yeah, we ain’t stopping at no red lights
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| They gon' need umbrellas, when it rain, we spinnin' every night
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| Yellow tape the streets, we outside posted, fuck if the feds watching
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| Cause say it’s time to put in work, he wan' see dead bodies, uh
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| And fuck the opps, them niggas dead probably
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| I ain’t got no heart, told you that from the start, I feel like fuck everybody
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| We gon' wash our hands off with bleach, nigga, for every body
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| Ain’t no red lights, these niggas green, you gotta watch everybody
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| Stuck in the hood, drive past them candles, look at your dead homies
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| Gang want me to kick it, I’m trying to progress, ain’t got a leg on me
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| I gave my homie bread for the straps, he went and turned fed on me
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| Lucky I ain’t kill him, he don’t know I keep one in the head on me
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| Screaming long live Niko, won’t use his name in vain
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| Rolls Royce umbrellas if I’m gon' wait in the rain
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| I done got a lil' bougie now, signed and nigga, my racks up
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| Still’ll catch an opp at the red light, I hope he strapped up
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| Street, yeah, we ain’t stopping at no red lights
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| They gon' need umbrellas, when it rain, we spinnin' every night
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| Yellow tape the streets, we outside posted, fuck if the feds watching
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| Cause say it’s time to put in work, he wan' see dead bodies, uh
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| And fuck the opps, them niggas dead probably
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| I ain’t got no heart, told you that from the start, I feel like fuck everybody
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| We gon' wash our hands off with bleach, nigga, for every body
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| Ain’t no red lights, these niggas green, you gotta watch everybody
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| Ant Chamberlain, that’s a hundred points |