Lyrics Green Lit.lrc Tech N9ne
[id: tyxtgqag]
[ar: Tech N9ne]
[al: N9NA]
[ti: Green Lit]
[length: 03:15]
[00:00.51]Aw, shit
[00:02.12]This something y’all lit
[00:04.55]You niggas called it
[00:06.84]To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it
[00:09.31]I ain’t gotta send it to you tripping all the tickets
[00:12.25]Negative lipping, you automatically start the mission
[00:14.18]Clique is stricken, ’cause you hissing
[00:15.53]Leave your shit in a bad condition
[00:16.66]So many N9cians, I can’t list ’em
[00:18.25]When the funk coming up, they sniffin’ (Chuh)
[00:19.70]My niggas was hibernatin’ (Chuh)
[00:21.32]It’s all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin’ (Chuh)
[00:23.66]And they ain’t rappin’, no talking and never cyber-hatin’ (Chuh)
[00:25.97]They specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason
[00:28.35]I ain’t gotta say a damn thing
[00:30.06]Once you say it, next thing you know the clan came
[00:32.40]You run your mouth and make ’em come expand brains
[00:34.78]Damn shame, and lame
[00:36.13]Got to drop and pop your top
[00:37.40]Like when they poppin’ champagne
[00:38.37]Euh, and I got plenty means
[00:40.76]To get it done, but I ain’t gotta drop any green
[00:42.72]The many kings that love me will give ’em semi-streams
[00:45.40]If he say anything (Anything?)
[00:47.05]Anything (Anything, chuh)
[00:48.71]So close they hold these spitters
[00:50.47]So many that I might not even know these hitters
[00:52.71]Havin’ love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters
[00:55.26]When it pop, don’t look at me
[00:57.08]I can’t control these niggas (Uh-uh)
[00:58.09]T-T-G, yeah we trained to go
[01:01.17]Real niggas in they biz, so don’t get exposed
[01:03.10]Police come around, they go, we don’t know
[01:05.63]Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most
[01:08.31]Green lit a pussy, bumper car
[01:10.32]And my niggas always down to spin the block
[01:12.58]What that mean? Double back, hit his top
[01:15.00]Young custodian, might pull up with the mop
[01:16.96]A lot of wolfin’ goin’ on from these new names lately
[01:19.55]Don’t ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe
[01:22.05]Your car will get dented like Harvey, if you’re two-faced, crazy
[01:24.45]My youngins’ll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh
[01:27.08]I don’t wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed
[01:29.62]That line like it’s call waiting,
[01:30.92]But it’s those texts you’ll be receiving
[01:31.93]No one gon’ start shit but I play defense
[01:33.08]Look at my shark fins, you’re in the deep end
[01:34.13]When I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin’, nigga
[01:36.80]Bitch please, don’t get your whips swiss-cheesed
[01:39.32]Melted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please
[01:41.73]Don’t get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried
[01:44.18]When the Sig squeeze, I’ll make Ms on 16s
[01:46.47]Strange Gang, I’ll bang-bang like it’s Chief Keef
[01:49.25]Sprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees
[01:51.59]I ain’t riding around naked like a striptease
[01:53.83]I’ll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom)
[01:56.37]I be gassing on ’em with intense speed, what the lick read?
[01:58.76]They don’t wanna see me balling
[02:00.55]They know I’m the king, like Lebron I switch teams
[02:01.83]How ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase
[02:03.55]Shittin’ on them niggas hella bad
[02:05.04]Take the L, I’ve been on a win streak
[02:06.30]I’m on your head, yeah, I’m so proactive
[02:08.06]And I don’t wanna push your team back, so no more malice
[02:10.37]Trav said, “Take the high road,” so I won’t go at it
[02:12.92]But if you hating, do me a favor
[02:14.69]Do Momo challenge, chump
[02:15.85]They know it’s
[02:16.81]T-T-G, yeah we trained to go
[02:18.53]Real niggas in they biz, so don’t get exposed
[02:20.62]Police come around, they go, we don’t know
[02:23.17]Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most
[02:25.49]Green lit a pussy, bumper car
[02:27.69]And my niggas always down to spin the block
[02:30.29]What that mean? Double back, hit his top
[02:32.42]Young custodian, might pull up with the mop
[02:34.93]You worry ’bout bitches, I’m handling business
[02:36.18]My niggas be with it, we comin’ to get it
[02:37.16]You know how we be pullin’ up, ought to be cool with us
[02:39.04]But they not cool enough, but they not bool enough
[02:40.11]Ain’t tryna disrespect nobody,
[02:41.50]But my goons’ll catch a body
[02:42.43]Shoot ’em just like paparazzi,
[02:43.58]Now you stumbling and flocking
[02:44.75]50 bands for a show what I want, like I’m Waka Flocka
[02:46.72]Pull up and go baka-baka
[02:48.41]OGs, they gon’ pop ya, pop ya
[02:49.62]Niggas talkin’, we gon’ let ’em have it, yeah
[02:51.89]Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh
[02:54.07]T-T-G, yeah we trained to go
[02:56.95]Real niggas in they biz, so don’t get exposed
[02:59.34]Police come around, they go, we don’t know
[03:01.91]Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most
[03:04.55]Green lit a pussy, bumper car
[03:06.30]And my niggas always down to spin the block
[03:08.88]What that mean? Double back, hit his top
[03:11.36]Young custodian, might pull up with the mop
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