Red Light - Stitches, Vice

I pull up on them at the red light

BRRRRR, flatline, BRRRRR, flatline

I pull up on them at the red light

BRRRRR, flatline, BRRRRR, flatline

West coast to east coast, that’s my connections

Down south of the very bottom, welcome to my section

Section eight housin', Glock for protection

Send yo ass up north for the disrespectin'

I don’t got two chains, but I got two Glock’s

Picture me rollin' in that Benz like 2Pac

Let the whole clip fall, who shot ya?

Notorious, like Big Poppa

Break 'em off proper

Propellers on the chopper like a fuckin' helicopter

Bury my enemies in the graveyard

Mel Gibson with his lethal weapon

I’m a braveheart

Who the fuck wanna go to war?

Leave you knockin' on heaven’s door

Who the hell wanna feel the pain?

Catch a murder one but I kill the game

I pull up on them at the red light

BRRRRR, flatline, BRRRRR, flatline

I pull up on them at the red light

BRRRRR, flatline, BRRRRR, flatline

I keep my chopper in my backseat

I wish somebody would tell me I won’t shoot this heat

I don’t need no concealed weapons license, boy

I’ll shoot yo mom, yo daddy, yo whole family, boy

This ain’t no game, boy

This ain’t Monopoly

Everybody up in every hood respectin' me

Cause I’m a fuckin' G

And you ain’t none to me

You say you wanna a feature from Stitches

Well, that shit ain’t free

What’s goin' on in your fuckin' mind?

Tellin' all of your people we related all the time

Quit tellin' fuckin' lies

Cause they gon' catch up to ya

And I’m a motherfucker

My bullets, they 'bout to hit ya

I pull up on them at the red light

BRRRRR, flatline, BRRRRR, flatline

I pull up on them at the red light

BRRRRR, flatline, BRRRRR, flatline

These boys they think they rowdy

Put four holes up in that nigga like a Audi

Smoke a blunt and then I’m outtie

Str8 Kash, flashin' shots like paparazzi

Sellin' bricks like T. Montana

Molly like I’m Hannah

in Saint Louis, I call it

TMI gorillas and them choppers got bananas

Pull up at the red light and I’ll shoot you with this hammer

She like, «Why you got to kill him?»

BRRRRR, class is over, I dismissed him

Yeah, we ruthless with Rugers

And now our body, we don’t pay no shooters

be schemin'

See them haters lerkin'

Give them nothin' but pain and rain

See them haters hurtin'

my team

See them haters workin'

Sell 'em nothin' but dreams

We on the corner servin'

Keep that brick chop

'Til we get in to the tip top

Never flip flop

On my teams that he hits drop

Keep that fifth cocked, with that beam

If the shit pop, on the block like clockwork

Let you see how that Glock work

Thinkin' y’all bulletproof

'Til you feel how that shot hurts

Silly bitch, who the fuck you think you playin' with?

Trustin' these hoes, be careful who you layin' with

Loose lips and shits

So I ain’t sayin' shit

Askin' me all them questions

Imma plead the fifth