POETRY

Ayy, Ayy
4700, Ayy, 4700

*Chorus*
Red light, green light, we pourin' up a purple pint
Foot up on the gas, we cannot slow down at the yellow light
Diamonds millie rockin', them hoes shining like a candle light
Run up on a nigga pull a strap out like a fuckin' dyke

Shawty ride just like a bike
I could do this every night
Bad bitch is my appetite, but I'm never satisfied
She said Lord Simmy please put kids on my pearly whites
I said yes ma'am you can wash em down with dirty sprite

She called the next day, but I had to go and press decline
I do my own thang, you don't like then go take a hike
We smokin' propane in the range, yeah I'm feeling right
Shawty gimme inner face, now I cannot focus right

Bitches act like hood niggas, all these hoes just want the pipe
Niggas on that bullshit, Draco like a baby wipe
Simmy on that cool shit, foreign is my only type
If a nigga get to hatin' on me, means I'm doing something right

Simmy got that old money, all blue hundreds ran through
Pull up in my hood, and nigga might just ban you
I'm misunderstood but a nigga understand you
A message to my ex-bitch, Hoe I cannot stand you

*Chorus* x3
Red light, green light, we pourin' up a purple pint
Foot up on the gas, we cannot slow down at the yellow light
Diamonds millie rockin', them hoes shining like a candle light
Run up on a nigga pull a strap out like a fuckin' dyke