Hazard Lights pt 3 ⚠️

[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 niggas know who it is, it's that Say Jet nigga, suck my dick
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
Nigga 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 niggas 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 pussy, 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 shit going south
Like, niggas be pussy, 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 bitch 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
Niggas 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 shit
JuJu my demon, this temper not average
Why is you fronting? That boy not a savage
Niggas know you, thats a sash, yeah
I keep a pole, I ain't passing to no bitch
How could you rap on a track and got no hits?
And we really outside, fuck the fame
Bro in the back tryna up it and flame
OJ on court, so this shit not a game
And ever since bro, man this shit 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, nigga