Sirens lyrics

Paranoid riding ‘round with that choppa inside the whip b*tch
n*gga stop bluffin’, you ain’t gon rock out with that stick b*tch
Malibu’s Most Wanted, I drop a hundred, this ain’t no picnic b*tch
Tech Deck with the Tec, that means this choppa ‘bout to flip a b*tch

(Hol hol hol hol hol hol
*Beat switch*
n*gga stop playing ‘fore I muhf*ckin’ )
b*tch!

I’m riding around with the Uzi
Put a body inside of my yard like Boosie
I don’t know how to act like the n*ggas on Tubi
Wanna spy on the kid, game over like Junie
b*tch titties out on the stage and I’m signing her booby
Bad b*tch, she wanna go tonight
b*tch n*gga don’t even shoot when he rolling dice
I’m trying to brace a n*gga, he got an overbite
n*gga this drac’ thing got a strobing light
n*gga got hit with 60, not the rolling type
Migo plug push up on a motorbike
Bush on my head, I’m looking like Dolemitе
Bush on my head, ain’t talking the Twin Towers
I got a big ass drac’, my stick loudеr
Give me a 9, I’ll stretch to a brick house
b*tch you ain’t serving, you don’t even serve ounces
You can’t box us in, I’ma turn out
I’m Amy Winehouse with a wine glass
All of them war stories with your lying ass
Told her to come here with her fine ass, I’m trying to f*ck a b*tch to Brent Faiyaz
He died 2 years ago, you let time pass
Slide in all black, I turned down the contrast
Got the same stick as Selena Gomez
b*tch it’s a free car, we got no tags
b*tch I’m bilingual, my man George Lopez
Shot up his hood, my b*tch wanna show ass
I shot the stick so much broke the pole mag
I got the stick on tuck on the moped
I got this b*tch trying to f*ck with her grown ass
Give me a 3 of the Tris and I’m on ass
b*tch named Karma she think she a [?]
Blood in the tub, twelve think it’s a bomb bath
I mean bath bomb
I’ma walk down with that sh*t and I act calm
These n*ggas don’t know sh*t I’ma drop bombs
b*tch n*gga don’t wanna link like dot com
n*gga I hang out the van like a soccer mom
Roll his body in a rug like it’s Ramadan
After we get in a shootout it’s quiet calm
You wanna be with Serve, you gotta serve a bomb
Bomb in the drac’ got a cast you can sign my arm
Run in this house you get offed, set alarm
Go in the elevator, I’m the new Solange
Too much money buy my b*tch a new salon
Shoot up the studio, now the producer harmed
b*tch how you serving you ain’t never heard of me
Shot a n*gga-(911, what’s your emergency?)
Blood dried up, that sh*t lookin' burgundy
Hang out the window no cup on, no courtesy
Give me a 30 to sniff and a Glock it’s a [?]
I robbed everybody b*tch how you ain’t heard of me
n*ggas be Phineas, lookin like Ferb to me
Hercules, switching my [?]
Verbally you try to step to a n*gga, make murder scenes
10 on his head, this her BBL surgery