EBH LO6AL - GR33N L16HT

There that boy go
He ain't finna get this dough
Stacking it up (Yea)
I count it lil bro
Crash that whip
Like four times four (Woah)
Got that drip
Like Fro-Zone

Ay
Yeah-ay-ay
Only the bag I chase
I'm shooting 3's like it's Skate
Everybody know they Hate
Tell them get up out my way

I can't right my wrongs
So I write these songs
Feel the pain in my chest
I ain't talking King Kong
Green light every time
For them it's red signs
Red signs
Red signs
Red signs
Red signs (Ah lo6al)

There that boy go
He ain't finna get this dough
Stacking it up (Yea)
I count it lil bro
Crash that whip
Like four times four

Written by:
j c

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