REDLIGHT(Explicit)

REDLIGHT (Explicit) - Nghtmre/A$AP Ferg

Lyrics by：Darold D. Brown Ferguson, Jr./Oscar Hammerstein II/Sigmund Romberg

Composed by：Tyler Marenyi

Ferg

Hoo hoo hoo ayy

I feel like I'm a giant but I'm 5'8"

I feel more defiant when y'all hate

Y'all the only n***as runnin' in the car race

Serve a n***a with the butter like parquet

Yeah

Rap n***as all soft so strangé

I'm a little bit of Pac bit of Kanye

You a little bit of Fox and Beyoncé

Right

Any beef come to me get sautéed

Yeah the fake ones runnin' with the hard face

Bet that pump to your tongue make your heart race

Grrr

And I hope you take it all the wrong way

Leave you slumped near the pump near the bar place

This red light put your a*s in a dark place

You a trill n***a get your mothaf**kin' hands up

You a real n***a get your mothaf**kin' hands up

You a real n***a get your mothaf**kin' bands up

You a real n***a get your mothaf**kin' hands up

Celebration coronation

No debatin' crown me king I'm tired of waitin'

Yeah

People's champ I gotta face it

You disgracin' people sensin' that you're fakin'

I'm the Lord I might go Satan

With the flow and take 'em out annihilate 'em

Yeah

No mistakin' new sensation

Hood Pope pullin' up to rule the nation

Alright

And I came a long way from the stash house

Yeah

Now I switch spots like a Dalmatian

Right

Little kid played by the crack house

Yeah

And I got my moms out when my a*s paid

Alright

Gotta understand when I black out

Yeah

I don't give a f**k 'bout a wack hater

I don't give a f**k 'bout no rap favor

Need to bow to the Lord and say all your prayers

You a trill n***a get your mothaf**kin' hands up

You a real n***a get your mothaf**kin' hands up

You a real n***a get your mothaf**kin' bands up

You a real n***a get your mothaf**kin' hands up

Ferg