Текст песни Red Lights - Jd Ballin

(Woah woah woah)
(Woah woah woah)

Big ass racks nigga bet you can′t bet on
I'm in some shit when I step on
I′m into women that say that they bout it and about it if not you get left home
I was taught to run through the red lights
I ain't get nothing from nobody
Man I stay out the mix that's my old body
If he hating on me then he broke probably
(Yeah, uh)
Jersey nigga my hat to the side
We might blow down that pack while I ride
Bitch I′m walking on air like I′m Clyde
That lil shorty that fronted on me she came back to the kid man I wasn't surprised
Damn I′m gifted God it's such a blessing
Man I had to get it and finesse it

I′m finna put the whole hood on
Said Imma make it, that's word and I stood on
Zooming on niggas the gas what the foot on
Niggas that said I won′t blow want be put on
You type of niggas I swear I can't stand
Cause ya said ya my brother but really ya fronted
The backend gotta hand full of hunnids
Ya only protect cause I know that ya want it
I really stand by myself
Move on my doly this shit really stealth
Niggas done got my flow straight off the shelf
No I cannot panic ain't looking for help
Ya niggas is weirdos
I fear the Lord ain′t nobody I fear no
If I′m in the spot niggas know that I'm here though
This shit like a stick up I leave em with zero
She bad Imma fuck from the front and the rear though
She bad I might have to take her to the crib
Dita the tinted vision for the lens
Speed off I got yo BM in a Benz
Tell me who you gone lean on in the end
(Yuh, uh)
Surrounded by sharks had to learn how to swim
I′m finna rock till I get me a M
I turn up the spot then I pull up again
I'm taking the shot yea I go for the win
And all of that bullshit could go with the wind
I don′t know you nigga don't wanna be friends
Too lit in this party don′t want it to end
Woah woah woah
Dubble cup a nigga slow mo
Big body hit the floor
Imma kill it for I go

Big ass racks nigga bet you can't bet on
I'm in some shit when I step on
I′m into women that say that they bout it and about it if not you get left home
I was taught to run through the red lights
I ain′t get nothing from nobody
Man I stay out the mix that's my old body
If he hating on me then he broke probably
(Yeah, uh)
Jersey nigga my hat to the side
We might blow down that pack while I ride
Bitch I′m walking on air like I'm Clyde
That lil shorty that fronted on me she came back to the kid man I wasn′t surprised
Damn I'm gifted God it′s such a blessing
Man I had to get it and finesse it