Pt 8 | Hazard Lights⚠️ lyrics

[Intro]
Grrah, grrah-grrah
Bro in the stolie, he drivin' the Bimmer
(Spvtnik)
Grrah, grrah-grrah
Tell you what, grrah, grrah-grrah (Rackz, Rackz, Rackz)

[Chorus]
Like, bro in the stolie, he drivin' the Bimmer
When I get in my feelings, pour four in the liter
I was totin' on Gomez, sh*t sound like Selena
I was walkin' through blocks, throw shots in arenas
She was yellin' out, "Pah," how I knew she a skeezer
He was yellin' out, "Pah," he ain't knew I was Jeter
Had the D's on my di*k, threw the tools in my sneaker
I was sittin' in jail, hearin' bro in the speaker

[Verse]
I was tryna come homе, but the judge had me T'd up
Whеn you missin' your bros, I could send you to meet one
I got used to me tellin' the b*tch I don't need her
Had the drugs on my side, I was throwin' my sheet up
Now I'm robbin' the plug right before he could re-up
Bring my broom when I spin, baby girl, I'm a Sweeper
She sayin' she really like my demeanor
I'm in the party, they keep playing "Eater" (Rackz, Rackz, Rackz)
Thot b*tch, yeah, I know she a treesha
She threw it back on the di*k, she a creamer
I'm tellin' her that nobody could be her
We stick together like Martin and Gina
Ain't go to church, wasn't into no preachers
She wanna f*ck, so I'm ready to teach her
And I ain't tryna hurt her, I might as well leave her
I was f*ckin' on Sasha while thinkin' of Bria
Like, I think I want Becky, Brittany, Nina
I be totin' on Layla while missin' Aaliyah
Shanelle get to throwin', but so does Alicia
I be thinkin' bout them tryna run up my breesh up
I pop a 30 and know I'ma geeker
New kicks on the opps, yeah, I know I'ma crease 'em
Thot b*tch, she throw it back, she a screamer (Ahh)
Shout out neck boy who got shot, need a breather
Throwin' up Makk in they flicks, yeah, I drop it
Writin' on bros in the jail, out of pocket
Any gun in my hand, word to bro, I done flocked it
Tryna make me a fire, I'm usin' a socket
One in the head, I don't gotta c*ck it
.40 start barkin', it sound like a rocket
.30 stick wit' a beam, it go right on a mop stick
And she only want me 'cause she heard I'm toxic
[Chorus]
Bro in the stolie, he drivin' the Bimmer
When I get in my feelings, pour four in the liter
I was totin' on Gomez, sh*t sound like Selena
I was walkin' through blocks, throw shots in arenas
She was yellin' out, "Pah," how I knew she a skeezer
He was yellin' out, "Pah," he ain't knew I was Jeter
Had the Ds on my di*k, threw the tools in my sneaker
I was sittin' in jail, hearin' bro in the speaker