[Intro]
Red light, red
You know Ima pull up and get my bread
3k in my pocket like the Klu Klux Klan
Yeah

[Chorus]
Ima pull up at that red light, on some demon shit
Bro just hit me up he hurt bad he said he need a lick
And it ain't shit to knock a n***a off and then plead the fifth
I walk around with pistols in my draws like I'm 50 Cent
N***as want me dead, right, tell 'em eat a dick
I tote wear I go, gotta be with it
And I don't trust a fuckin' soul, I be peeped the shit
I'm busy runnin' up a roll, all I needed it

[Verse]
Make me draw and paint a picture I might get you nailed
No I don't work at Taco Bell but got hella shells
Swear these n***as say they workin' I can't fuckin' tell
How you mad a n***a poppin' now you in your feels
No more ridin' 'round the city livin' for that thrill
Everybody ridin' for you till you in that cell
Remember we was youngins huntin' snakes, grab 'em by the tail
Tell 'em I'm not fallin off this hill, fuck a Jack and Jill
N***a I'll make a scene, I'm off hella beans
Who'da thought my gat was Smith & Wesson this bitch in my jeans
And I'm not beggin, try finessin', I'm like n***a please
Bitch my .40 a XD, with a lemon squeeze
N***a I ain't tryna fight, I show no sympathy
And tell 'em only thing you catch me fightin' is a felony
Instead of hatin' on me you should try and go and get your shit together
Give a fuck about who better, for my cheddar

[Chorus]
Ima pull up at that red light, on some demon shit
Bro just hit me up he hurt bad he said he need a lick
And it ain't shit to knock a n***a off and then plead the fifth
I walk around with pistols in my draws like I'm 50 Cent
N***as want me dead, right, tell 'em eat a dick
I tote wear I go, gotta be with it
And I don't trust a fuckin' soul, I be peeped the shit
I'm busy runnin' up a roll, all I needed it