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Green Lit (feat. King Iso & Maez301)

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Tech N9ne

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Aaron D. Yates

Songwriter

Hasaan Keller

Songwriter

Tarrel C. Gulledge

Tarrel C. Gulledge

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Tech N9ne

Engineer

King Iso

Producer

Maez301

Producer

Freek Van Workum

Freek Van Workum

Producer

ItsNicklus

Producer

Ben "Bengineer" Cybulsky

Ben "Bengineer" Cybulsky

Mixing Engineer

Tom Baker

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Aw, shit

This somethin', y'all lit

You **** called it

To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it

[Verse 2]

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 **** 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 8Chuh)

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 **** (Uh-uh)

[Verse 3]

T-T-G, yeah we trained to go

Real **** 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 **** always down to spin the block

What that mean? Double back, hit his top

Young custodian and might pull up with the mop

[Verse 4]

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 young'un's'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', ****

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 G's (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 **** 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

[Verse 5]

(They know it's) T-T-G, yeah we trained to go

Real **** 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 **** always down to spin the block

What that mean? Double back, hit his top

Young custodian and might pull up with the mop

[Verse 6]

You worry 'bout bitches, I'm handlin' business

My **** 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

**** talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah

Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh

[Verse 7]

T-T-G, yeah we trained to go

Real **** 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 **** always down to spin the block

What that mean? Double back, hit his top

Young custodian and might pull up with the mop

[Verse 8]

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Written by: Aaron D. Yates, Freek Van Workum, Hasaan Keller, Maez Keller, Nick Luscombe, Tarrel C. Gulledge

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