Green Light

Song

Green Light

Jay Critch · Critch Tape · 2021 · 2:12

Lyrics

Hey I ran up the money, I found better ways (I found better ways) Crazy how they treat you when you came From the bottom (Came from the bottom) Seen his brodie just the other day (The other day) Then he got the phone call that them niggas got him (Got him) Damn, won't see his son again Toolie on me 'cause I gotta see the sun again, uh-huh These niggas be frauding, we ain't one of them, nuh-uh She wish I was normal like her other man, nuh-uh These niggas want problems, then it's up with them, yeah (Yeah) Lot of cheese, no government, yeah I could blow a bag and then I'm up again, yeah Sleeping off the drank, but then I'm up again, yeah Think you running down and then I'm upping it, buh-buh Young nigga finessing, had to go get this bust up I done seen these bitches do it all, I can't trust her I done seen some niggas lose it all, that shit fucked up And I need that dough, mama raised a real hustler 'Bout to get that milli', get the team right And it feel like man, you niggas slow And I ain't stopping, seeing green lights Beam up on the Glock, last thing he saw was just a green light Fuck the police, they don't care unless they see white Money cleaner than a quarantine wipe Get it out the mud, bitch, it's a street life They pushed me in the mud, I said I need ice So I could pour it up They could never keep up, so they always tryna slow us up Quiet when we dying, but they crying when we stolen somethin' I don't see nobody, swear I never even noticed them Chopper got a loaded drum, I got shots for all of them And it ain't no one on ones, gang with me, I came out with all of them Can't fuck with no lame bitches, I swear I hate all of them Police tryna hang niggas, that's why I hate all of them I ran up the money, I found better ways (I found better ways) Crazy how they treat you when you came From the bottom (Came from the bottom) Seen his brodie just the other day (The other day) Then he got the phone call that them niggas got him (Got him) Damn, won't see his son again Toolie on me 'cause I gotta see the sun again, uh-huh These niggas be frauding, we ain't one of them, nuh-uh She wish I was normal like her other man, nuh-uh

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