Red Lights

(Will you be there?) I'm still out here on them late nights And I ain't stopping at no red lights (Oh this N*igga Marvin Made this shit?) I been out here on them late nights, grippin on my tool Dippin in and out of traffic I ain't stopping at no red lights, momma blowin up my phone Baby when you coming home, I'm just tryna get my cake right And can't let em take my soul, WhoDoe said I'm finna blow I'm getting blinded from the stage-lights Poppin Percs can't stay sober, pour fours it make me roll over Bankroll, bounce out with that toaster I cried when I seen yo headstone But it just made me go harder, ran up thirteen James Harden Was benched now I'm startin, these two tens got me nauseous These two tens got me nauseous Now watch yo dogs cuz they might bite they hand that feed em And watch these bitches, they gon fuck just for the semen Watch yo tone and way you speakin, I been ridin wit some demons Put a dub up on his dome And he won't make it to the weekend (he won't make it, Nah) Would you be there I'm still out here on them late nights, grippin on my tool Dippin in and out of traffic I ain't stopping at no red lights, momma blowin up my phone Baby when you coming home I'm just tryna get my cake right, and can't let em take my soul WhoDoe said I'm finna blow I'm getting blinded from the stage-lights Big blower, still troopin heavy on them late nights, low profile Makin moves will get ya cake right, Mr Get A Bag And do the dash when it's a green light Being snaked once by yo woadie make you think twice If you was in my shoes, then you'd prolly lose yo mind Fighting cases he got caught up w a nine I ain't finna let these n*ggas take mine Winner, head spinner, bread winner, take time He ain't real, ask him do a drill n he prolly fold That's my A bitch say slatt she gon wipe her nose She be boujee with you but with me she a groupie hoe MCM one of the hottest, let the truth be told I been out here on them late nights, grippin on my tool Dippin in and out of traffic I ain't stopping at no red lights, momma blowin up my phone Baby when you coming home? I'm just tryna get my cake right And can't let em take my soul, WhoDoe said I'm finna blow I'm getting blinded from the stage-lights