paroles de chanson Green Light - Unknown T , Jimmy

Rah, it's BKay, you know
If gang's givin' that green lights, you're gettin smoked like a 3,5
Don't slip in the bits when we're givin' out green lights
Fill this thing in the clip like a beehive
Jimmy, look

Nina, nina, (Nine)
We really get busy, me and this flicks like Chunkz and Filly
Don't be silly, of course, it's wid me (Of course)
Don't be silly and think we ain't got it (Don't be silly)
Can't you see the bulge in my pocket? (Can't you)
Bro said we love turnin' scenes horrid (Love it)
You're done if you're sighted, I'm just bein' honest
Might just hop out this whip like fuck it, we gain beef, we don't squash it (Fuck it)
More time when the phone line's jumpin' (Jumpin')
Got boxes right down to onions (Trappy)
Got runners, runners, tings 'dem runnin', opps stay cuttin' (Cuttin')
Bae ease when the guys dem love it (Love it)
Jump out on red, that's main road junctions
Listen

Got the ropes confused, tell the opp boys, "Wake up, wake up"
Move and the glizz get shake up
Blaze off the tool then we rise, no rake up
Grip one, two, baby gyal wan' make up
Rotate 'round the country, pick up the phone, let's rake up
Broski, stay on the line, don't shake up
Pretty pumpkin wanna fly Dam, bake, come and bake off
Been on corn on the cob, gotta put niggas on, gotta put niggas off, sickle down when the pebs
That's a plan for the block
Pedal bike or 'ped, get him down with a cheff, hit him down with a mop
Pop, block that stick, got the drop
We really do drills after drills, fuck the cops
Bill up a track line, fling the food, hella prof
Is that a green light on a yute Turn him off

If gang's givin' that green lights, you're gettin smoked like a 3,5 (Smoky)
Don't slip when you're cuttin' thru' these sides (Don't slip)
ZK's are like knee height
Don't slip in the bits when we're givin' out green lights
Fill this thing in the clip like a beehive
Tryna dip up his hip, but he's knees eye, pores on rips, on his rips then we retry

If gang's givin' that green lights, you're gettin smoked like a 3,5 (Smoky)
Don't slip when you're cuttin' thru' these sides (Don't slip)
ZK's are like knee height
Don't slip in the bits when we're givin' out green lights
Fill this thing in the clip like a beehive
Tryna dip up his hip, but he's knees eye, pores on rips, on his rips then we retry
Yo

Look, run it up, run it up (Run it up)
That the feds from a black cab
Tell cab man, "Don't worry 'bout the sat nav, turn left and right when I tell you" (When I tell you)
Three boxes of dog in the smell proof
Only if he knew what's inside this Prius (Only if he knew)
I shouldn't even be out dealin' (I shouldn't) like I can't be baked with my sweetums

I tell my bae-bae, "Stop all the stressin', you know that I'm good when I'm steppin'" (You know)
Behind these tints, I'm blendin' (Blendin')
Inside my pouch is a weapon
Unfortunate if you buck the guys on a wrong night
Good chance you could get deaded (Dead up)
Khalas, worst side endin', mhm (Dead bwoy)
Bare bridges been mad on a fed ting

Better bust that red light, tuck it and bend right
We still lurk with a skeng right
Half my dargs come free in the yard on Thameside, still doin' up deadline
Trips with pumpy, quick, get a opp boy's head bine, be-yaow
Pissed that the opps don't skeng rise
Bare allegations, I might then rise
No chip or they dip like French fries (Uh)
It won't fit, break it down, no enzyme (Uh)
All pissed, tell your dargs, "It's bedtime

Redrum shit, should I turn this red wine
Selfridge trip, baby gyal love spend time
Grrt, built in a chase on the opps, so we search, no website
CID in the car, no headlights
Bust a quick left, man know the team circle the ends right

If gang's givin' that green lights, you're gettin smoked like a 3.5 (Smoky)
Don't slip when you're cuttin' thru' these sides (Don't slip)
ZK's are like knee height
Don't slip in the bits when we're givin' out green lights
Fill this thing in the clip like a beehive
Tryna dip up his hip, but he's knees eye, pores on rips, on his rips then we retry

If gang's givin' that green lights, you're gettin smoked like a 3.5 (Smoky)
Don't slip when you're cuttin' thru' these sides (Don't slip)
ZK's are like knee height
Don't slip in the bits when we're givin' out green lights
Fill this thing in the clip like a beehive
Tryna dip up his hip, but he's knees eye, pores on rips, on his rips then we retry

Rah, it's BKay, you know