Green Lantern

[Intro]

(Esko)

(No way, Hozay)

Huh, yeah

Heard it's snakes in the grass, I got a—

Bitch

Yeah

[Verse]

Heard it's snakes in the grass, I got a weed whacker

Every piece hitting in the store, I'm the Green Lantern

No, for real, made ten off of three smackers

Road running OT, it's fuckin with my sleep pattern

Used to hate when the chain on my bike pop

Now it's widebody, do the dash, I'm living life now

Went to Hutch off top, fuck an Icebox

In the Windy City, sticks on us like the White Sox

Thank God 'cause back then I ain't have much

Why the fuck style biters tryna swag munch?

Used to crack jokes, seen him out, he ain't laugh once

Talking 'bout you smoke za, you ain't never had Runtz

In the rental, i-12 hooked up to the CarPlay

If I see them blue and red lights, it's a car chase

Shoot MIA, living life like I'm Scarface

Leave a bitch sick, boy, I specialize in heartbreaks

Dropping red in the Sprite, this ain't a Shirley Temple

Shoot here, shoot there, I done ran through thirty rentals

Caught him at the red light, he tried to work the pedal

Dog need a tetanus shot, hit him with some dirty metal

Fuck, get him out of there

Feel like Jordin Sparks, three-five, bitch, I'm out of air

Get the head, then I'm walking out without a care

White buffs, mirror tint, boy, your bitch bound to stare

Hitting hoes, see more butts than an ash tray

Going out like Mike, bet I win it on my last game

Shitty charm bust and I can't forget The Lab chain

How I'm feeling, fuck an RT, I want that Lamb thing

How I'm feeling, fuck a mil' ticket, want a billion

Yeah, I heard his song, truth is, that ain't really him

If you ain't scam, fam, no, you can't get Jimmy BIN

Group of hoes see me, all I heard is, "Is that really him?"

Spit fire in the booth, I only drop gems

You typed a tough-ass paragraph and did not send

You a role player, at the most, you gon' drop ten

Hardbody, bitch, I won't break, I cannot bend

Two hundred dollar tip to make up for my table manners

Pull up on your bitch, get in her walls, I'ma cable man her

A hundred rounder, boom, boom, bet we made 'em scatter

He tried to run off and get ghost and became a Casper

On a Samsung punching Apple products

Bitch, you better shut up 'fore I scam your mama

Let me talk my shit, lil' bitch, I ain't have a dollar

Pink Runtz, pink Triple S, yeah, it match the 'Iagas

High as hell, blowing clouds like a comic book

Pull up with a skillet on the shh and we got 'em cooked

Whole pack of 'Woods through, how the fuck that fronto look?

Shit talker, boy, this ain't got no hook

[Outro]

Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz