Hazard Lights pt 3 ⚠️ lyrics

[Intro]
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah boom
Like, AJ, like, AJ
Like AJ get drifty
Like, what? Like, what? Like, what? Like, what? Like, what?
(Hello mr beam)
Like n*ggas know who it is, it's that Say Jet n*gga, suck my di*k
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah boom
(Nazzy, like, Nazzy, like, Nazzy)

[Verse]
I do what I want, who telling me what
Anybody act tough, bro, we sending 'em up
Bro in the cut tryna turn 'em to dust
n*gga tried to get low, turn his brains into slush
Bro watch out, stay clutch, he sus'
Nazzy got packed, two packs on the bus
Rico got shot, got beat on the bus
Any Crip in the spot on bro get rushed
I've been outside
Why these n*ggas keep chatting and saying I do it for clout?
Milly got beat, got ripped in his mouth
Jahlil soft, had him trapped in his house
Poppo, you pus*y, I heard you a mouse
Madе you spit on your mother and ran in your house
Put the gun to his hеad while he sit on the couch
Give me all that you got, or this sh*t going south
Like, n*ggas be pus*y, ain't with that
Like Dougie got shot in his leg told him get back
She hold the gun for the opps, get her wig snatched
We gotta pack this slow b*tch like a gift bag
All in the cut, tryna get that
Once he say that he Makk, he get popped like a Tic Tac
All in the cut, tryna get that
Once he say that he Makk, he get popped like a Tic Tac
I know an 'ooter who love totin' knocks
He do what he want and he don't care bout the cops
I got a thottie who givin' out drops`
She gon' go in the spot and make everythin' wokked
Big DG gang, gang don't stop
Rico got beat he took it on the hop
[?], perkys gotta stop
n*ggas caught Wocky, put him in a box
Grrah, tell 'em spin thru the 8, 'cause we active
.45 don't lack, put the pole where the Makk is
Bro in the back tryna pack sh*t
JuJu my demon, this temper not average
Why is you fronting? That boy not a savage
n*ggas know you, thats a sash, yeah
I keep a pole, I ain't passing to no b*tch
How could you rap on a track and got no hits?
And we really outside, f*ck the fame
Bro in the back tryna up it and flame
OJ on court, so this sh*t not a game
And ever since bro, man this sh*t ain't the same
Put in pain, what we did from the start, it ain't changed
Smoking on Nazzy, the grabba of his brains
And Rico got shot in his leg, he a lame
Gang-gang
[Outro]
Like, Rico
Like, Rico
Like, Rico
Gang-gang-gang
Like, what? Like, what? Like, what?
Like RIP AJ, n*gga