Pt 7 | Hazard Lights ⚠️ lyrics

[Intro]
Grrah, free Chunky B, free Dot, free Naz, n*gga
Free Kapp, free G, free Tdot, free all my n*ggas, n*gga
Word to bro, Sweepers
Grrah, grrah grrah, Eli, Neaky
He's got fire!

[Chorus]
Ain't a block that I ain't 'ready go to
Bent through blocks, like, I already told you
Told that b*tch I ain't nothin' like her old dude
Flick out the V, threw seventeen in total
Bring her friend, like, I think I want both of you
Everything that I do, I'm supposed to
I got hopped, had to flick by my old school
Flick on that b*tch for jackin' that's her bros too

[Verse]
On the Os, we gon' swerve on this local
Jay get to flarin', thinkin' that he Goku
Oh, they think I'm a rapper? I'm just in the stu'
Well, no, lil' b*tch, yeah, I tote too
Catch a pack for your block, that's a trophy
They don't spin through that block 'cause they know we
Keep a broom, we don't care 'bout no police
I done spun in bro car, treat it like a stoley
I'm the type to go bend on my doley
I done watched n*ggas run on they homies
I done watched n*ggas tell on they co-d's
(I could never do that to my brodies)
I done watched n*ggas run, and act like they flicked
And they tryna act like they throw three
I done ran and threw shots, and jumped out of whips
That's word to my deads, b*tch, I'm OD
On the guys I be makin' sh*t heavy
When I bend through that block, is you ready?
Like, free— shh, Mr. "Flick in that deli"
On two-ninth, like, free Tonka and Messy
Word to bro, bro I been totin' my bestie
'Cause I can't let a f*ck n*gga get me
And I can't go and f*ck on a b*tch on the opps 'cause she cryin' when I mention Deady
Word to bro, I was spinnin' through Lincoln
Matt Sav in the blunt, sh*t stinkin'
Put the beam on the— shh, on a mission
Threw at the opps, ain't mean to hit the witness
Free Kapp, he don't shoot from a distance
Free Chunky and Dae, they was flickin'
Free G, Mr. "Grinch like it's Christmas"
It was just me and Dot and Naz and we was spinnin'
Free Blitz, Mr. "Walk up and blitz 'em"
Don't gotta question him, I know he wit' it
Free Mini, lil brodie was trippin'
n*gga, y'all give the drop and my lil Blazer different
Word to bro, we can flick out that Bentley
Lemme throw out the back of this renty
It's a difference when Jay5ive be jokin' and trollin' 'cause I got my gun, I ain't friendly
Shoot the club up and give her a Plan B
She off Dot, Naz, Sammy
Asked for guns, older n*ggas ain't hear me
Why the judge keep on tryna remand me?
Know my old b*tch, she probably can't stand me
To be honest, nobody can stand me
I'm the type to go kick down the candles and sh*t, and after that, flick on his family
To be real, I could tell you the truth
Throw shots, don't need the proof
New guns, test on the roof
And if that sh*t blow, then I'm testin' on you
Sip tris, mix it with juice
New beam, the color was blue
I upped, and them n*ggas flew
Now lil brodie wit me, doin' what I do
Ball kicks, I laced up my shoes
You with them, or me? Better choose
Think I'm not one of them, you confused
Word to bro I was shootin' before I had views
Line a opp, you won't be my boo
No label and still touchin' blues
Fifteen, was tryna make the news
Told me put down the gun but I can't drop the broom
[Chorus]
Ain't a block that I ain't 'ready go to
Bent through blocks, like, I already told you
Told that b*tch I ain't nothin' like her old dude
Flick out the V, threw seventeen in total
Bring her friend, like, I think I want both of you
Everything that I do, I'm supposed to
I got hopped, had to flick by my old school
Flick on that b*tch for jackin' that's her bros too