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Amf Visuals - Red Light Lyrics

[Intro: 100 OTD]
Bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap (You did it again Swayze)

[Chorus: 100 OTD]
Yo, we do this shit the best (The best)
Niggas, they talk, but under their breath (Their breath)
If I'm gon' talk, I speak from my chest (Yeah)
I roll with a glizzy, it stay in the vest (Yeah)
I roll with a, tss (Yeah)
I roll with a, and it's on my waist (And it's on my waist)
Niggas some bitches and we can't relate (And we can't relate)
You said that it's up, then I'm snappin' the day (Then I'm snappin' the day)
Pull up to freedom, press on the gas (Yeah)
And jump out the wheels and air out the place (Yeah, yeah)
Runnin' the red light, revvin' the hot car
Passin' the jakes, we went on a chase (Yeah)
I'm-I'm-I'm in the back, we just hit the race (Yoom)
Shit, I'm turnt off the lean and the Percs
So I don't give a fuck, I'm still feelin' great
But I'm on point, no time for mistakes

[Verse 1: 100 OTD]
You don't wanna slide or wanna provide
You can't come around, he's takin' up place
Tss, it's a blessing
Couple of my niggas, they're touchin' the road, they beat up their case
Yeah, he told me he's not wastin' time
He's straight to the bag, he's not takin' breaks (He's not takin' breaks)
He told me, "Let's keep goin' hard and watch who I trust and watch out for snakes" (Watch out for snakes)
[Verse 2: 100 OTD]
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
We-we-we-we circle around (Yeah)
We get the drop, a nigga gets dropped (Yeah)
Bet when it's hot (Yeah), we don't make a sound (Shots now)
You niggas not chasin' the money, you chasin' the pussy, gettin' the belt like some clowns (Brr)
Heard he parr with the opps, please don't be shocked when gang come takin' you down (Brr, brr, brr, yo)

[Verse 3: 100 OTD]
He on the bench, he ain't doin' nothin' (Ain't doin' shit)
We in the T with a few bounces
Bro got a (Bap), came with a button
Niggas ain't real, stop all the frontin' (Stop all the frontin')
Niggas stay stuntin', they ain't gettin' money
Shit ain't sweet don't, let me rise up (Ff, ff, tss, tss, tss, tss, tss, tss)
Niggas get to runnin' (Fuck these guys)

[Verse 4: BloodHound Q50 & 100 OTD]
Go, niggas get to runnin'
Bounce out with the fifty like Nick, I'm drummin'
4K on a fit, that shit wasn't nothin'
Hit her ass off the Perc', that bitch keep cummin' (Go)
Niggas ain't on shit
Fuck a job, bro, take you a kit
Too much damn press, steady wishin' they quit
I'm up in the stu' goin' hit for hit
(I'm up in the stu' gettin' rich as shit)
After a lick, me and Jeff gon' split, go, go
Fuck the opps
Bitch-ass niggas know we send shots
He think he turnt, I'ma show him he not
Better go hit the stain, you worried 'bout a bop
Shoot that nigga in his face, this ain't Chris Rock
Make a nigga go viral just like TikTok
Glock 23 make a big nigga drop
BloodHound got over East on lock
The reason they can't post on they block
The reason why they can't sell no more rock
They wanna know everybody that I shot
Smokin' out West pack, this called Za (Yo)
[Chorus: 100 OTD]
We do this shit the best (The best)
Niggas, they talk, but under their breath (Their breath)
If I'm gon' talk, I speak from my chest (Yeah)
I roll with a glizzy, it stay in the vest (Yeah)
I roll with a, tss (Yeah)
I roll with a, and it's on my waist (And it's on my waist)
Niggas some bitches and we can't relate (And we can't relate)
You said that it's up then I'm snappin' the day
Pull up to freedom, press on the gas (Yeah)
And jump out the wheels and air out the place (Yeah, yeah)
Runnin' the red light, revvin' the hot car
Passin' the jakes, we went on a chase (Yeah)
I'm-I'm-I'm in the back, we just hit the race (Yoom)
Shit, I'm turnt off the lean and the Percs
So I don't give a fuck, I'm still feelin' great (Brr, brr, brr, brr)
But I'm on point, no time for mistakes (Yo)