Hazard Lights

[Chorus]
Uh
We in a new RT, and we like three deep wit' a big ass chop
I hit him wit a 5.56, left a hole in this shit, we gon' put that bitch right on his top
Be on the 4 everyday, niggas know we don't play
Thirty-two in my clip shootin' far
So we just got a new 19 wit a stick and a grip, and the back of that bitch got a-
I want him to tweak, if he do, we gon' put him to sleep
ARP knocked him right out his socks
She better not post on them [?], she gon' catch her a headshot again, I put that on my pops
SRT, we got this bitch off the lot
And the [?] be handlin', we dustin' the cops
But I'm still on my case, can't up no guns in the vid, this shit all props

[Verse]
Twenty-two shots hit his back, if he run then we chasin' him down, where the fuck is you goin'?
Bro start the car, and I'm already throwin', man get out the way 'cause you hear this bitch roarin'
We tryna catch us a face, if we see that lil' boy we gon' take his ass right out the mix
I'm on the [?] tryna catch me a Brick
He thought it was a MAC and got hit wit' that switch, bitch
High speed chase wit' Trey, he got the wheel, told blud "Don't stop the car"
We bounce out bust, them '.62's get on ass, don't run 'cause you not far
Lately been goin' up sixty, this bitch got me [?], so now I don't fuck wit' the bars
I'm rappin' and I'm clappin', ask the right bitch, I'm a shootin' star
Huh
Now the scene finna get dark, ARP shells they was pressin' his heart
Bussin' his head right open, no I'm not jokin', that shit made me barf
Speakin' of head, she was chokin', dick in her mouth at the end I just gave her a scarf
Get out my face wit' that lame shit, all buddy think it's a game, bitch we finna spark
Hop out the V wit' a 7.62 tryna dump, I'ma lock his lips
That nigga move like a kid, I can't name what he did
He a bitch, so I'm tappin' his dreads
I want a hat, lil' Klap creep through the back, hit the front and I'm crackin' his egg
How many shots 'til I leave me a bitch nigga dead? Got a Curry, I'll put him to bed
Uh, he a hoe so I know how to play it
Number 2 pencil, I hit him wit' lead
He ain't talk shit on the beat, but I got the receipts
If I do then they leavin' me fed
Hop out the Jeep wit' a glee tryna put sumn' sleep, I already knew he was dead
Ehh, go, go, I already knew he was dead

[Chorus]
We in a new RT, and we like three deep wit' a big ass chop
I hit him wit a 5.56, left a hole in this shit, we gon' put that bitch right on his top
Be on the 4 everyday, niggas know we don't play
Thirty-two in my clip shootin' far
So we just got a new 19 wit a stick and a grip, and the back of that bitch got a-
I want him to tweak, if he do, we gon' put him to sleep
ARP knocked him right out his socks
She better not post on them [?], she gon' catch her a headshot again, I put that on my pops
SRT, we got this bitch off the lot
And the [?] be handlin', we dustin' the cops
But I'm still on my case, can't up no guns in the vid, this shit all props, go