[Intro: YNG Martyr]
Brr

[Chorus: YNG Martyr & KILL Carter]
Red light, red dot, throwin' up bands
Shawty in the back, gimme head, no hands
And I'm way up, too high, shawty don't land
Thought it was a gun, it was a cock in my pants
I got one crew, they've been livin' livin' lavish
Cut off two, three, four, no baggage
And I got four, five, six, gold karats
Smokin' on green, don't pass no cabbage

[Verse: YNG Martyr & KILL Carter]
Uh, 'cause the choppa got kick back, shawty got a big ass
Break a bitch back like a motherfucking KitKat
Wonder where I get that, lookin' at your bitch ass
Lookin' right back, said I like yo' wrist, okay bet
Wrist tickin' like a tick-tick-tact
Now I gotta beat it up like Michael Jack
New wit' her, then a chit chit chat
We just runnin' up the stacks, all facts, no cap
Pardon my manners, pardon my past
My shawty too bad, my backstage packed
Fit too clean, my drip like tap
Still ducking from 12 we do this
I'm gone off a edible, shit, it's incredible
Counting my guap and I'm stacking my decimals
I keep a stick, and a mop like a janitor
We comin' up like doors of an Aventador
We just been at it for days (Shh), now we in bed with the snakes
I got a list of my enemies, working essentially minimum wage
I got some new jeans, now our pockets really different
Yeah, I had to go and put that shit on gang
I ain't gotta worry, I've been married to the money
And you know I had to (Brrt) ring up the bank
'Cause I gotta bank roll and i got the dank rolled
And I got the papers in my pants
She just hit the pay phone, said she wanna lay low
Oh she wanna fuck? Goddamn, yeah
[Chorus: YNG Martyr & KILL Carter]
Red light, red dot, throwin' up bands
Shawty in the back, gimme head, no hands
And I'm way up, too high, shawty don't land
Thought it was a gun, it was a cock in my pants
I got one crew, they've been livin' livin' lavish
Cut off two, three, four, no baggage
And I got four, five, six, gold karats
Smokin' on green, don't pass no cabbage

[Interlude: YNG Martyr]
Uhm, excuse me, sir, um, it appears the payment has been declined, um, perhaps, uh, try and inserting the card, sir, or maybe it comes down to the fact that, uh, you're broke bitch (Brrt)

[Chorus: YNG Martyr & KILL Carter]
Red light, red dot, throwin' up bands
Shawty in the back, gimme head, no hands
And I'm way up, too high, shawty don't land
Thought it was a gun, it was a cock in my pants
I got one crew, they've been livin' livin' lavish
Cut off two, three, four, no baggage
And I got four, five, six, gold karats
Smokin' on green, don't pass no cabbage