​green light

[Intro: ATL Smook]
(Stephen Niday on the track)
Just like a green light, my niggas on go
Like Bob the Builder, I keep me…

[Chorus: ATL Smook]
Just like a green light, my niggas on go
No Bob the Builder, I keep me a pole
Know that my dash, it say two-double-oh
In love with codeine, I might pour me a four
Yeah, yeah, know I'm gon' run them bands up, that's for sure
Diamonds, they hittin' look like a light show
Pockets, they fat, I think they need lipo (Yeah)
Ride with that stick in my jeans
Quick draw like John Wayne, I air out the scene
Got a bad bitch and her attitude mean
She want a Birkin, I buy her Celine
Boy say that cap, no, you ain't on a thing
Pull up in that Audi, know you see the rings
Believe what you heard 'cause it ain't what it seem
All these racks on me, they bust out the seams

[Verse: ATL Smook]
Yeah, like an athlete how I run to the guap
Run to the check, no, this shit do not stop
I drip 'round the clock 'cause I know they gon' watch
Keep me a Glock 'cause I seen me an opp
He was talkin' tough 'til his man got popped
Thought I was a lick, don’t know what he thought
She tried to spend the night, don't know what she thought
And I slang the pack, yeah, it came from the Bay
I'm showin' up early for the check, no delay
Rick Owens jeans, they filled with the cake
Should be illegal how these niggas love to hate
New timepiece, had to bust down the face
Nigga diss me, I'm pullin' my play
Remember back then, I was jumpin' on gates
Now I pull up for a show and get paid

[Chorus: ATL Smook]
Just like a green light, my niggas on go
No Bob the Builder, I keep me a pole
Know that my dash, it say two-double-oh
In love with codeine, I might pour me a four
Yeah, yeah, know I'm gon' run them bands up, that's for sure
Diamonds, they hittin' look like a light show
Pockets, they fat, I think they need lipo (Yeah)
Ride with that stick in my jeans
Quick draw like John Wayne, I air out the scene
Got a bad bitch and her attitude mean
She want a Birkin, I buy her Celine
Boy say that cap, no, you ain't on a thing
Pull up in that Audi, know you see the rings
Believe what you heard 'cause it ain't what it seem
All these racks on me, they bust out the seams

[Verse 2: bennyman]
Go, yeah, go, huh, go, designer jeans
Light on green, I ain't sippin' on green
Boy say he fly, but ain't flyer than me (No)
Your boy say he high, he ain't higher than me
The price ain't high enough, don't DM me
Yeah, I heard your [?], you can't talk to me
I'm gone and I'm gone off the Oxy, the 20
I'm gone off the, gone off the Oxy, the 20
The green light Balenci', man, I'm walkin' plenty
I'm doing the shows and I get the percentage
Whatever you want, man
I get it on hold, I get it on demand
Pouring, I pour the pint 'fore I land
I get it on hold, I get it on demand
Pouring, I pour the pint 'fore I land

[Chorus: ATL Smook]
Just like a green light, my niggas on go
No Bob the Builder, I keep me a pole
Know that my dash, it say two-double-oh
In love with codeine, I might pour me a four
Yeah, yeah, know I'm gon' run them bands up, that's for sure
Diamonds, they hittin' look like a light show
Pockets, they fat, I think they need lipo (Yeah)
Ride with that stick in my jeans
Quick draw like John Wayne, I air out the scene
Got a bad bitch and her attitude mean
She want a Birkin, I buy her Celine
Boy say that cap, no, you ain't on a thing
Pull up in that Audi, know you see the rings
Believe what you heard 'cause it ain't what it seem
All these racks on me, they bust out the seams