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RED LIGHT Video (MV)




Performed By: 22Gz
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: Jeffrey Alexander




22Gz - RED LIGHT Lyrics
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Gang, gang, gang
Yeah
(This is the sound)

Ain't no lackin', drivin' through the red light
Catch him outta bounds, you know he dead right
Twenty-four-seven spinnin' err' night
We gon' leave his māthā by the headlight
Then we flee the scene, I told 'em bend right
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh
Then we flee the scene, I told 'em bend right
Twenty-four-seven spinnin' err' night

This that crash music
This that "go leave a opp in the past" music
Prolly die with my blick so I tattooed it
Said he smokin' on bro now his pack boomin'
I invented this drill shit
From BK to the X they gon' feel this
Spot a opp hit the killswitch
Leave a stoler in Queens, did it real quick
Then spin from the backend
Got a shootout from LR, I shoot it from Staten
Think he safe in Manhattan
He got stepped on in Harlem, he shoulda been lackin'
I know I gotta move militant
We don't shoot out the car, we try finish him
Bro get to shootin' like Middleton
That's his ass if he fall we gon' finish him
Better get 'em touched, they better rush
Blood leakin' out, ain't gon' make it, he gushed
Brace on the steering wheel, he outta luck
If he ain't there we gon' reverse the truck
We makin' statements, you better hush
Last opp-nigga got turned into dust
Backdoor open watchin' you trust
Know some real niggas got lined by a slut

Ain't no lackin', drivin' through the red light
Catch him outta bounds, you know he dead right
Twenty-four-seven spinnin' err' night
We gon' leave his māthā by the headlight
Then we flee the scene, I told 'em bend right
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh
Then we flee the scene, I told 'em bend right
Twenty-four-seven spinnin' err' night
Ain't no lackin', drivin' through the red light
Catch him outta bounds, you know he dead right
Twenty-four-seven spinnin' err' night
We gon' leave his māthā by the headlight
Then we flee the scene, I told 'em bend right
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh
Then we flee the scene, I told 'em bend right
Twenty-four-seven spinnin' err' night

Twenty-four-seven, bendin' and swervin'
Taliban Gang we love Dracos and turbans
She dropped the lo', now them steppers out swervin'
Purgin', I told 'em, "Make sure they murk 'em"
Buh-buh-buh-buh
Ain't no lackin' left him at the redlight
Point blank range you know we dead right (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Told 'em dead right
Then we flee the scene, tryna stuff a new opp in this Russian Cream
Used to drill for a hobby, I was a fiend
'Ooter popped out the cut, hit 'em in the bean (buh-buh-buh)
You could see his dreams
He got caught playin' in between
It's a switch on it in the V
Keep a blicky it's in my jeans (buh-buh-buh)

Ain't no lackin', drivin' through the red light
Catch him outta bounds, you know he dead right
Twenty-four-seven spinnin' err' night
We gon' leave his māthā by the headlight
Then we flee the scene, I told 'em bend right
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh
Then we flee the scene, I told 'em bend right
Twenty-four-seven spinnin' err' night
Ain't no lackin', drivin' through the red light
Catch him outta bounds, you know he dead right
Twenty-four-seven spinnin' err' night
We gon' leave his māthā by the headlight
Then we flee the scene, I told 'em bend right
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh
Then we flee the scene, I told 'em bend right
Twenty-four-seven spinnin' err' night
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Gang, gang, gang
Yeah
(This is the sound)

Ain't no lackin', drivin' through the red light
Catch him outta bounds, you know he dead right
Twenty-four-seven spinnin' err' night
We gon' leave his māthā by the headlight
Then we flee the scene, I told 'em bend right
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh
Then we flee the scene, I told 'em bend right
Twenty-four-seven spinnin' err' night

This that crash music
This that "go leave a opp in the past" music
Prolly die with my blick so I tattooed it
Said he smokin' on bro now his pack boomin'
I invented this drill shit
From BK to the X they gon' feel this
Spot a opp hit the killswitch
Leave a stoler in Queens, did it real quick
Then spin from the backend
Got a shootout from LR, I shoot it from Staten
Think he safe in Manhattan
He got stepped on in Harlem, he shoulda been lackin'
I know I gotta move militant
We don't shoot out the car, we try finish him
Bro get to shootin' like Middleton
That's his ass if he fall we gon' finish him
Better get 'em touched, they better rush
Blood leakin' out, ain't gon' make it, he gushed
Brace on the steering wheel, he outta luck
If he ain't there we gon' reverse the truck
We makin' statements, you better hush
Last opp-nigga got turned into dust
Backdoor open watchin' you trust
Know some real niggas got lined by a slut

Ain't no lackin', drivin' through the red light
Catch him outta bounds, you know he dead right
Twenty-four-seven spinnin' err' night
We gon' leave his māthā by the headlight
Then we flee the scene, I told 'em bend right
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh
Then we flee the scene, I told 'em bend right
Twenty-four-seven spinnin' err' night
Ain't no lackin', drivin' through the red light
Catch him outta bounds, you know he dead right
Twenty-four-seven spinnin' err' night
We gon' leave his māthā by the headlight
Then we flee the scene, I told 'em bend right
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh
Then we flee the scene, I told 'em bend right
Twenty-four-seven spinnin' err' night

Twenty-four-seven, bendin' and swervin'
Taliban Gang we love Dracos and turbans
She dropped the lo', now them steppers out swervin'
Purgin', I told 'em, "Make sure they murk 'em"
Buh-buh-buh-buh
Ain't no lackin' left him at the redlight
Point blank range you know we dead right (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Told 'em dead right
Then we flee the scene, tryna stuff a new opp in this Russian Cream
Used to drill for a hobby, I was a fiend
'Ooter popped out the cut, hit 'em in the bean (buh-buh-buh)
You could see his dreams
He got caught playin' in between
It's a switch on it in the V
Keep a blicky it's in my jeans (buh-buh-buh)

Ain't no lackin', drivin' through the red light
Catch him outta bounds, you know he dead right
Twenty-four-seven spinnin' err' night
We gon' leave his māthā by the headlight
Then we flee the scene, I told 'em bend right
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh
Then we flee the scene, I told 'em bend right
Twenty-four-seven spinnin' err' night
Ain't no lackin', drivin' through the red light
Catch him outta bounds, you know he dead right
Twenty-four-seven spinnin' err' night
We gon' leave his māthā by the headlight
Then we flee the scene, I told 'em bend right
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh
Then we flee the scene, I told 'em bend right
Twenty-four-seven spinnin' err' night
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Writer: Jeffrey Alexander
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