Greenlight

[Hook]

 

I could do this shit all day,

& everytime we pull up its party

 

[Hook 2]

 

& everybody fuckin wit the team like

Told my niggas its a go, nigga greenlight

Motion picture when we pull up to the scene right

Hail mary nigga go, nigga Eli (2x)

 

 

[Verse 1]

 

They like damn, Klutch goin off again

Bet 100 that he'll kill another song again

Swore I got a couple haters but they gone again

Where they go? Bitches blowin up my phone again

I aint pop yet, I aint even drop yet

Ima put this shit out cuz tay wanted some hot shit

Bring ya best offense, my niggas gon lock in

Even pick it off if he try to run the option

I'm givin her that good dick, I do my thang though

She scratchin up my back, then she laugh & call me django

Ya niggas is trash, spittin wit the same flow

The same flows, I take those & break codes

I put my team on, everybody gettin bankrolls

& I got em lookin stuck, like "what the fuck!"

Tried to digest my progress & lost his mind

Its 4th Quarter everybody know I ball for mine, 4th

 

[Hook]

 

[Verse 2]

 

Dont get it twisted, nigga this some new york shit

A B-X nigga runnin wit a new york click

Milly roc on any block, wit a new york limp

Some new shit, yall can have that old new york shit

Woah, ya niggas can't guard me

I bench the coach if that nigga don't start me

Take notes if u wanna get this money

U gon need LeBron if u niggas feelin froggy

They just keep talkin I don't understand

I hope you talkin that talk when I land

I hope you know that I know you a fan

& we gettin hotter we scorchin ya plans

Scorchin the fans, the 4th is the brand

Spendin this dough its a hold in my hand

She dont know u but she know who the man

I dont just go in I go in again, 4th

 

[Verse 3]

 

Got my niggas in the crib & u kno we bottle poppin

Everybody know its lit, they just wonder how we got it

When we pull up to the strip, hella biddies that be flockin

We be yellin lodi dodi, ya see we like to party

I be runnin thru the six, wit my whodies on the highway

Ridin til my niggas boom, u could call that kamikazee

Now they fuckin wit the click, tryna figure how to sign me

& its 4th shit, I aint even quick to talk shit

I aint even tell him that I picked his coffin

I aint even tell them that we flipped his broad like

This auction, Tell him Ima flip the market

Tell em that Ima come like Mike Jack & Jordan

Woah, we fuckin up these clubs though

& all you haters on the side lookin rough yo

I see u follow u aint showin us no love though

& while they bluffin I'ma keep this shit a hundo