"RED LIGHT" lyrics
Chris Miles & Bamby H2O Lyrics
Red light, green light, fuck what ya feel like
So black out I might just go
Riding electric, my trunk in the front
But I'm still smoking gas with the bougiest hoe
My mama scared for me, I need some therapy
Fuck that shit, I would rather do blow
Skiing the slope with a couple of thotties
I'm up like I'm JB, I'm talking Bezos
New flow, brand new hoe when I'm outta the state
That's great, stay in a mansion, my shit's got a gate
Your shit got a gate, my shit got a moat
These bitches annoying, I hope that they croak
Don't post on your story, that shit isn't dope
I'd rather be dead than never be broke
Wait, okay
All of my pills are like Cosmo and Wanda
I'm eating her heart like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer
I think I'm bipolar, I switch up personas like
I turn your bitch from a thot to a queen
Word to my dead, she been fucked on the team
Big H20 but I'm sipping codeine
If shorty is loyal I buy her Celine
Know how I'm moving, I'm smoking OGs
Hold it up, run it up, do it with ease
I put my bitch on a mission, I'm straight stunting
Do what I say but I bet she won't say nothing
And they stay bugging
Yeah I fucked that little bitch and her eight cousins
Yeah I'm raedy to die so just say something
I been rocking Balenci, I'm straight stunting
Don't talk, just play the quiet game
New hoe, she playing mind games
Born normal, I'ma die insane
I'm a normal, I don't got a name, I'ma violate like
I'm from the south, I could legally air it out
Fuck what you tweeting, you won't drop your whereabouts
Got so much money I don't even care about
What, okay
I spend a band and it won't make a dent
Call some little niggas for sure leave you bent
Oh that's your bitch? She call me to vent
I pay her no mind but you paying her rent
Red light, green light, fuck what ya feel like
So black out I might just go
Riding electric, my trunk in the front
But I'm still smoking gas with the bougiest hoe
My mama scared for me, I need some therapy
Fuck that shit, I would rather do blow
Skiing the slope with a couple of thotties
I'm up like I'm JB, I'm talking Bezos
So black out I might just go
Riding electric, my trunk in the front
But I'm still smoking gas with the bougiest hoe
My mama scared for me, I need some therapy
Fuck that shit, I would rather do blow
Skiing the slope with a couple of thotties
I'm up like I'm JB, I'm talking Bezos
New flow, brand new hoe when I'm outta the state
That's great, stay in a mansion, my shit's got a gate
Your shit got a gate, my shit got a moat
These bitches annoying, I hope that they croak
Don't post on your story, that shit isn't dope
I'd rather be dead than never be broke
Wait, okay
All of my pills are like Cosmo and Wanda
I'm eating her heart like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer
I think I'm bipolar, I switch up personas like
I turn your bitch from a thot to a queen
Word to my dead, she been fucked on the team
Big H20 but I'm sipping codeine
If shorty is loyal I buy her Celine
Know how I'm moving, I'm smoking OGs
Hold it up, run it up, do it with ease
I put my bitch on a mission, I'm straight stunting
Do what I say but I bet she won't say nothing
And they stay bugging
Yeah I fucked that little bitch and her eight cousins
Yeah I'm raedy to die so just say something
I been rocking Balenci, I'm straight stunting
Don't talk, just play the quiet game
New hoe, she playing mind games
Born normal, I'ma die insane
I'm a normal, I don't got a name, I'ma violate like
I'm from the south, I could legally air it out
Fuck what you tweeting, you won't drop your whereabouts
Got so much money I don't even care about
What, okay
I spend a band and it won't make a dent
Call some little niggas for sure leave you bent
Oh that's your bitch? She call me to vent
I pay her no mind but you paying her rent
Red light, green light, fuck what ya feel like
So black out I might just go
Riding electric, my trunk in the front
But I'm still smoking gas with the bougiest hoe
My mama scared for me, I need some therapy
Fuck that shit, I would rather do blow
Skiing the slope with a couple of thotties
I'm up like I'm JB, I'm talking Bezos
Writer(s): Marcus Rivers
