Borleone Red Light
[Intro]
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
I got you
[Chorus]
Pull up on a nigga at the red light
Slidin' on your block, I might take your life
Hoppin' out the whip, shoot 'em with the fire
I might pull up to your funeral, see your mama cry
[Verse]
It's a gunfight, that lil' nigga pulled up with a knife (It's a gunfight)
Catch me on the block, I'm servin' junkies on the drive (I'm servin' junkies)
You ain't ever seen a traphouse, that boy is a lie (Seen a traphouse)
Bitch I'm DD Gang, you know a nigga rep that five
Pull up with lean, you know it be clean
I'm shootin' that thirty, I don't need a beam
I caught me an opp and you know I'ma squeeze it
I'm f..ckin' your bitch, and my name, she screamin'
Them blue hundreds, they stuffed in my jeans
You smokin' that dirt, I'm smokin' OG
He servin' that white, he ain't even got a key
I'm fightin' them demons, they all on me
I'm poppin' them percs, I can't see
I'm servin' them J's and I put off a bean
I'm f..ckin' that bitch, you ain't know she's a freak
I'm high in the sky, we still gon' geek
I pull up with wick, ayy, I pull up with sticks, ayy
I pull on your block, I pull on your rim, I let shit hit, ayy
[Chorus]
Pull up on a nigga at the red light
Slidin' on your block, I might take your life
Hoppin' out the whip, shoot 'em with the fire
I might pull up to your funeral, see your mama cry
[Outro]
It's a gunfight