Red Light

[Hook: Stitches] I pull up on them at the red light BRRRRR, flatline, BRRRRR, flatline I pull up on them at the red light BRRRRR, flatline, BRRRRR, flatline [Verse 1: Vice] West coast to east coast, that's my connections Down south of the very bottom, welcome to my section Section eight housin', Glock for protection Send yo ass up north for the disrespectin' I don't got two chains, but I got two Glock's Picture me rollin' in that Benz like 2Pac Let the whole clip fall, who shot ya? Notorious, like Big Poppa Break 'em off proper Propellers on the chopper like a fuckin' helicopter Bury my enemies in the graveyard Mel Gibson with his lethal weapon I'm a braveheart Who the fuck wanna go to war? Leave you knockin' on heaven's door Who the hell wanna feel the pain? Catch a murder one but I kill the game [Hook: Stitches] I pull up on them at the red light BRRRRR, flatline, BRRRRR, flatline I pull up on them at the red light BRRRRR, flatline, BRRRRR, flatline [Verse 2: Stitches] I keep my chopper in my backseat I wish somebody would tell me I won't shoot this heat I don't need no concealed weapons license, boy I'll shoot yo mom, yo daddy, yo whole family, boy This ain't no game, boy This ain't Monopoly Everybody up in every hood respectin' me Cause I'm a fuckin' G And you ain't none to me You say you wanna a feature from Stitches Well, that shit ain't free What's goin' on in your fuckin' mind? Tellin' all of your people we related all the time Quit tellin' fuckin' lies Cause they gon' catch up to ya And I'm a motherfucker My bullets, they 'bout to hit ya [Hook: Stitches] I pull up on them at the red light BRRRRR, flatline, BRRRRR, flatline I pull up on them at the red light BRRRRR, flatline, BRRRRR, flatline [Verse 3: Str8 Kash] These boys they think they rowdy Put four holes up in that nigga like a Audi Smoke a blunt and then I'm outtie Str8 Kash, flashin' shots like paparazzi Sellin' bricks like T. Montana Molly like I'm Hannah [?] in Saint Louis, I call it [?] TMI gorillas and them choppers got bananas Pull up at the red light and I'll shoot you with this hammer She like, "Why you got to kill him?" BRRRRR, class is over, I dismissed him Yeah, we ruthless with Rugers And now our body [?], we don't pay no shooters [Verse 4: Vice] [?] be schemin' See them haters lerkin' Give them nothin' but pain and rain See them haters hurtin' [?] my team See them haters workin' Sell 'em nothin' but dreams We on the corner servin' Keep that brick chop 'Til we get in to the tip top Never flip flop On my teams that he hits drop Keep that fifth cocked, with that beam If the shit pop, on the block like clockwork Let you see how that Glock work Thinkin' y'all bulletproof 'Til you feel how that shot hurts Silly bitch, who the fuck you think you playin' with? Trustin' these hoes, be careful who you layin' with Loose lips and shits So I ain't sayin' shit Askin' me all them questions Imma plead the fifth