EXCUSE ME!

Lyrics

[Intro: YNG Martyr] Brr [Chorus: YNG Martyr & KILL Carter] Red light, red dot, throwin' up bands Shawty in the back, gimme head, no hands And I'm way up, too high, shawty don't land Thought it was a gun, it was a cock in my pants I got one crew, they've been livin' livin' lavish Cut off two, three, four, no baggage And I got four, five, six, gold karats Smokin' on green, don't pass no cabbage [Verse: YNG Martyr & KILL Carter] Uh, 'cause the choppa got kick back, shawty got a thick ass Break a bitch back like a motherfucking KitKat Wonder where I get that, lookin' at your bitch ass Lookin' right back, said I like yo' wrist, okay bet Wrist tickin' like a tick-tick-tact Now I gotta beat it up like Michael Jack New wit' her, then a chit chit chat We just runnin' up the stacks, all facts, no cap Pardon my manners, pardon my past My shawty too bad, my backstage packed Fit too clean, my drip like tap Still ducking from 12 we do this I'm gone off a edible, shit, it's incredible Counting my guap and I'm stacking my decimals I keep a stick, and a mop like a janitor We comin' up like doors of an Aventador We just been at it for days (Shh), now we in bed with the snakes I got a list of my enemies, working essentially minimum wage I got some new jeans, now our pockets really different Yeah, I had to go and put that shit on gang I ain't gotta worry, I've been married to the money And you know I had to (Brrt) ring up the bank 'Cause I gotta bank roll and I got the dank rolled And I got the papers in my pants She just hit the pay phone, said she wanna lay low Oh she wanna fuck? Goddamn, yeah [Chorus: YNG Martyr & KILL Carter] Red light, red dot, throwin' up bands Shawty in the back, gimme head, no hands And I'm way up, too high, shawty don't land Thought it was a gun, it was a cock in my pants I got one crew, they've been livin' livin' lavish Cut off two, three, four, no baggage And I got four, five, six, gold karats Smokin' on green, don't pass no cabbage [Interlude: YNG Martyr] Uhm, excuse me, sir, um It appears the payment has been declined Um, perhaps, uh, try and inserting the card, sir Or maybe it comes down to the fact that, uh You're broke, bitch! (Brrt) [Chorus: YNG Martyr & KILL Carter] Red light, red dot, throwin' up bands Shawty in the back, gimme head, no hands And I'm way up, too high, shawty don't land Thought it was a gun, it was a cock in my pants I got one crew, they've been livin' livin' lavish Cut off two, three, four, no baggage And I got four, five, six, gold karats Smokin' on green, don't pass no cabbage