SwishaATM - Red Lights (feat. TC) Lyrics

What A stylist? You serious?

Suppose to ride for me
But you hit all the Red lights
Suppose to ride or die
But keep hittin them red lights
Suppose to ride or die like
Like f*ck the red lights
Like f*ck the red lights
Like f*ck the red lights

Suppose to ride for me
But you hit all the Red lights
Suppose to ride or die
But keep hittin them red lights
Suppose to ride or die like
Like f*ck the red lights
Like f*ck the red lights
Like f*ck the red lights

Blowing on Dro by the three
Glad I aint got no more beef
No more holding the heat
Got soda with a zip
Blowing in the whip
Just ashed on myself
Got a hole in my Tee
Boy you aint colder than me
Make you a believer
Just ask yo lil hoe And well see
A lil bit of soda and D
Just mix it up whip it up
Sift it up That shit is me
Literally CRACK
Imagine a niqqa getting mad
Cause his bitch to a niqqa to the back
Probably hit her from the back
So I guess her gentleman done left
Now bitch See you getting in a cab
See what make a niqqa mad
Is you acting siddity
Bitch we all know what you did
Bitch we all grown Aint no kids
Just admit it you a hoe (You a hoe)
Own up to the shit
And you can be at peace
Really be on fleek
Or whatever that you tweet
Take her on the road with me (AH)
Take you on a show and see (AH)
Famous people meet and greets (Damn)
Coast to coast Ocean scenes (Damn)
I wanna say a shopping spree
But first you gotta break some bread with me
And keep it all green

Suppose to ride for me
But you hit all the Red lights
Suppose to ride or die
But keep hittin them red lights
Suppose to ride or die like
Like f*ck the red lights
Like f*ck the red lights
Like f*ck the red lights

Suppose to ride for me
But you hit all the Red lights
Suppose to ride or die
But keep hittin them red lights
Suppose to ride or die like
Like f*ck the red lights
Like f*ck the red lights
Like f*ck the red lights

She say she wanna get her a stylist
Every time that we dine out
You always ordering Salad
She say she trying to get a smaller waist
I say just don't lose all that FAT ASS
Better roll them blunts a lil smaller
Bitch I'm trying to make that Lil gas last
Say she wanna take a trip to Cali
First we gotta get more established (ugh)
And don't tell nobody our business
Because they will run their mouth
Especially your lil jealous ass friends
Get to talkin shit be runnin out
Bitches try to set me up like they did before
But this time Im a be running out
GGGG Gunning out
Che- ka bwa bwa baow
Just for talkin shit I hope it hit yo mouth
Ungh
But Na I aint on that
Cause my bitch she'll hold me down
I give it to her she'll let it go
Yea my bitch she don't play around
I give my bitch all that money
Cause she a lil faster with the count
And even though its a drought
Sell that pwussy around thew town

Suppose to ride for me
But you hit all the Red lights
Suppose to ride or die
But keep hittin them red lights
Suppose to ride or die like
Like f*ck the red lights
Like f*ck the red lights
Like f*ck the red lights

Suppose to ride for me
But you hit all the Red lights
Suppose to ride or die
But keep hittin them red lights
Suppose to ride or die like
Like f*ck the red lights
Like f*ck the red lights
Like f*ck the red lights