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Alex Gamble - Red Lights Lyrics

Red Lights Lyrics[Intro]
(Ayy, G, this shit hard)
(Fuelz got that heat)

[Chorus: Montana 700]
On the freeway, still thinkin' 'bout my past life
I woke up, like it's time to get that bread right
The only time I feel good is when the stash right
I'm still ridin' through the hood, runnin' red lights
They said I'm paranoid 'cause I'm thinking 'bout fed nights
I gotta go and take the risk to get that bread right
I'd rather send my niggas money, fuck sending a kite
All that talking ain't gon' help a nigga get right

[Verse 1: Montana 700]
I just landed in Miami, first class flight
I can't stop thinking about Lil 1, we come from stealing bikes
No, I'll never say a word, gotta read me my rights
Jumped in that water and I dove in the deep еnd
It's hard to call it off when you so deep in
Gotta make it out the trap, can't lеt the streets win
Lil' bro just popped a Perky, that's a pink ten
I'm still thinking 'bout my past, lettin' it sink in
I'm a real trap nigga, not no pretend
The streets ugly, they callin' again
I could take a loss today and be ballin' again
Fuck talkin' 'bout the ticket, just tell 'em to send

[Chorus: Montana 700]
On the freeway, still thinkin' 'bout my past life
I woke up, like it's time to get that bread right
The only time I feel good is when the stash right
I'm still ridin' through the hood, runnin' red lights
They said I'm paranoid 'cause I'm thinking 'bout fed nights
I gotta go and take the risk to get that bread right
I'd rather send my niggas money, fuck sending a kite
All that talking ain't gon' help a nigga get right

[Verse 2: Hunxho]
All that talkin ain't gon' help you get that bread right
He did wrong and I be wrong, I leave 'em dead right
Xho stuck, like a deer when he see a headlight
It's still free my cousin, he been thuggin' in that fed life
I had made myself, can't name no nigga that I owe
How dare you call me a rap nigga, you knowin' I blow pole
Bro don't give no fucks, he still gon' diss on dead souls
Gun to gun, shit don't matter, I still walk down with Gen4
Can't get stuck inside the trap, but I ain't wanna leave
Xho been the same way since he like seventeen (Yeah)
Shit'll fuck you up, you'll see the boys you grew up with do meth
Got the devil on my left, so I gotta watch how I step

[Chorus: Montana 700]
On the freeway, still thinkin' 'bout my past life
I woke up, like it's time to get that bread right
The only time I feel good is when the stash right
I'm still ridin' through the hood, runnin' red lights
They said I'm paranoid 'cause I'm thinking 'bout fed nights
I gotta go and take the risk to get that bread right
I'd rather send my niggas money, fuck sending a kite
All that talking ain't gon' help a nigga get right

[Outro: Montana 700]
All that talking ain't gon' help a nigga get right