Green Lit

Green Lit

Green Litlyrics

Produced by ItsNicklus, Freek van Workum

[Intro: Tech N9ne] Aw, shit This somethin’, y’all lit You niggas called it To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] I ain’t gotta send it to you trippin’ all it take is Negative lippin’, you automatically start the mission Clique is stricken, ’cause you hissin’ Leave your shit in a bad condition So many N9cians, I can’t list ’em When the funk comin’ up, they sniffin’ (Chuh) My niggas is hibernatin’ (Chuh) It’s all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin’ (Chuh) And they ain’t rappin’, no talkin’ and never cyber-hatin’ (Chuh) They specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason I ain’t gotta say a damn thing Once you say it, next thing you know the clan came You run your mouth and make ’em come expand brains Damn shame, and lame Got to drop and pop your top like when they poppin’ champagne Ugh, and I got plenty means To get it done, but I ain’t gotta drop any green The many kings that love me will give ’em semi-streams If he say anything (Anything?) Anything (Anything, chuh) So close they hold these spitters So many that I might not even know these hitters Havin’ love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters When it pop, don’t look at me, I can’t control these niggas (Uh-uh) [Chorus: Maez301] T-T-G, yeah we trained to go Real niggas in they biz, so don’t get exposed Police come around, they go, “We don’t know” Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most Green lit a pussy, bumbaclot And my niggas always down to spill the blood What that mean? Double back, hit his top Young custodian and might pull up with the mop [Verse 2: King Iso] A lot of wolfin’ goin’ on from these new names lately Don’t ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe Your car will get dented like Harvey, if you’re two-faced, crazy My youngins’ll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh I don’t wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed That line like it’s call waiting, but it’s those texts you’ll be receiving No one gon’ start shit but I play defense Look at my shark fins, you’re in the deep end When I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin’, nigga Bitch please, don’t get your whips swiss-cheesed Melted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please Don’t get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried When the Sig squeeze, I’ll make Ms on 16s Strange Gang, I’ll bang-bang like it’s Chief Keef Sprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees I ain’t ridin’ ’round naked like a striptease I’ll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Shroom) I be gassin’ on ’em with intense speed, what the lick read? They don’t wanna see me ballin’ They know I’m the king, like Lebron I switch teams How ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase Shittin’ on them niggas hella bad Take the L, I’ve been on a win streak I’m on your head, yeah, I’m so proactive And I don’t wanna push your team back, so no more malice Trav said, “Take the high road,” so I won’t go at it But if you hatin’, do me a favor Do Momo challenge, chump They know it’s [Chorus: Maez301] T-T-G, yeah we trained to go Real niggas in they biz, so don’t get exposed Police come around, they go, “We don’t know” Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most Green lit a pussy, bumbaclot And my niggas always down to spin the block What that mean? Double back, hit his top Young custodian and might pull up with the mop [Verse 3: Maez301] You worry ’bout bitches, I’m handlin’ business My niggas be with it, we comin’ to get it You know how we be pullin’ up, ought to be cool with us But they not cool enough, but they not bool enough Ain’t tryna disrespect nobody, but my goons’ll catch a body Shoot ’em just like paparazzi, now you stumblin’ and flockin’ 50 bands for a show what I want, like I’m Waka Flocka Pull up and go baka-baka OGs, they gon’ pop ya, pop ya Niggas talkin’, we gon’ let ’em have it, yeah Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh [Chorus: Maez301] T-T-G, yeah we trained to go Real niggas in they biz, so don’t get exposed Police come around, they go, “We don’t know” Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most Green lit a pussy, bumbaclot And my niggas always down to spin the block What that mean? Double back, hit his top Young custodian and might pull up with the mop [Outro: Tech N9ne] Strange Music 20 year annivers-

“Green Lit”TRACK INFO

Written By
ItsNicklus, Freek van Workum, Maez301, King Iso, Tech N9ne
Produced
ItsNicklus, Freek van Workum
Recorded at
Studio Polycarpe, Lyon, FR and Icon One Studio Music, Omaha, NE
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