"Green" lyrics
(feat. Lade!)
[Intro:]
(Come fuck me, Supreme)
[yvngxchris:]
I get to the money, I get to the green
She suckin' and fuckin', that bitch for the team
Got a Glock in my hand and that bitch got a beam
I'ma slide on his block with a Glock 17
I'ma slide on his block with a Glock 22
And I'm posted with gang, bitch, you know how it do
And if I got to do it, you know I'ma shoot
Got a thottie, lil' bitch wanna ride in the coupe
Bitch, I'm ballin' out just like the league
Got a thottie, she suckin' on me
Smokin' gas and I'm off of the tree
On his block with that Glock 17
And I shut that lil' bitch like a door, yeah
No, I cannot fuck with no whore, yeah
And I'm ball on that bitch, like the court, yeah
She callin' my phone, I ignore it, yeah
I shot that bitch, don't miss, okay
That bitch wan' fuck yvngxchris, okay
That bitch won't get a kiss, no way
I might bust down my wrist today
Bro, why this bitch keep textin' me?
No lackin', keep that vest on me
I'll take that chain, don't flex on me
I never take no rest, homie
Yeah, that lil' nigga know how I'm rockin'
Shorty fuck with the gang, she be hoppin'
I'ma go to the top, never stoppin'
Never lackin', that Glock in my pocket
I be flippin' that pack and I'm makin' it
I'ma hop in the coupe and I'm racin' it
Throw it back on my dick and she shakin' it
I'ma get to the bag like I'm [?], on gang
[Lade!:]
I'ma speed in the foreign, ain't 'posed to be where?
Niggas, they cry when I step in the buildin'
This bitch wanna fuck, now she wantin' my children
I'ma rob a young nigga, not doin' no killin'
I'm takin' his skin, I ain't talkin' 'bout peelin'
He gon' talk out his neck, let me know how you feel
They said I'm bad, they know he a villain
Can't beef with a nigga, just know that I'm chillin'
Yeah, they callin' my phone but I won't pick it up
Matter of fact, let me pick this shit up
He ain't talkin' 'bout cash then he got to shut up
Bro, I'm sippin' on lean, you can look in my cup
I'm fuckin' this bitch and I'm tearin' it up
Now I'm smokin' this gas with my vision blurred up
They said that they fuck with me, nigga shut up
And you think that's your bitch but she backin' it up
On gang
(Come fuck me, Supreme)
[yvngxchris:]
I get to the money, I get to the green
She suckin' and fuckin', that bitch for the team
Got a Glock in my hand and that bitch got a beam
I'ma slide on his block with a Glock 17
I'ma slide on his block with a Glock 22
And I'm posted with gang, bitch, you know how it do
And if I got to do it, you know I'ma shoot
Got a thottie, lil' bitch wanna ride in the coupe
Bitch, I'm ballin' out just like the league
Got a thottie, she suckin' on me
Smokin' gas and I'm off of the tree
On his block with that Glock 17
And I shut that lil' bitch like a door, yeah
No, I cannot fuck with no whore, yeah
And I'm ball on that bitch, like the court, yeah
She callin' my phone, I ignore it, yeah
I shot that bitch, don't miss, okay
That bitch wan' fuck yvngxchris, okay
That bitch won't get a kiss, no way
I might bust down my wrist today
Bro, why this bitch keep textin' me?
No lackin', keep that vest on me
I'll take that chain, don't flex on me
I never take no rest, homie
Yeah, that lil' nigga know how I'm rockin'
Shorty fuck with the gang, she be hoppin'
I'ma go to the top, never stoppin'
Never lackin', that Glock in my pocket
I be flippin' that pack and I'm makin' it
I'ma hop in the coupe and I'm racin' it
Throw it back on my dick and she shakin' it
I'ma get to the bag like I'm [?], on gang
[Lade!:]
I'ma speed in the foreign, ain't 'posed to be where?
Niggas, they cry when I step in the buildin'
This bitch wanna fuck, now she wantin' my children
I'ma rob a young nigga, not doin' no killin'
I'm takin' his skin, I ain't talkin' 'bout peelin'
He gon' talk out his neck, let me know how you feel
They said I'm bad, they know he a villain
Can't beef with a nigga, just know that I'm chillin'
Yeah, they callin' my phone but I won't pick it up
Matter of fact, let me pick this shit up
He ain't talkin' 'bout cash then he got to shut up
Bro, I'm sippin' on lean, you can look in my cup
I'm fuckin' this bitch and I'm tearin' it up
Now I'm smokin' this gas with my vision blurred up
They said that they fuck with me, nigga shut up
And you think that's your bitch but she backin' it up
On gang
Writer(s): Christian Williams
