
4block lil zari - "raq alert" lyrics
[chorus]
sn+tched that load like it wasn’t a thing, back in the ‘raq with a 30+round string
scope on the top and it come with a beam, i ain’t talkin’ no peace when i’m pressin’ this ring
i’m outside tryna catch me a target, bro in the cut with the whip, he heartless
v in the mud, two straps in the carpet, we tryna slide on whoever start it
tell them goofies i’m locked in deep, wait ’til i land, then it’s war on the street
phone off, masked up, nothin’ discreet, if he blink once then he done in a week
[verse]
heard they left dudе layin’ stiff in the field, i was gone for a bit, now i’m back with thе steel
talk tough, but he know what it is — ain’t no passes, we clap where he live
caught him lackin’, he froze on sight, flashlight beam got him lit in the night
ran through the cut, then i dipped to the right, tossed the .9, then i hopped on a flight
whole gang know i’m ridin’ with pressure, bro say spin? then i’m givin’ out lectures
no talk, just dots on the tesla, all black whip like a reaper collector
heard shorty linked with the opps, that’s dead, she gettin’ dropped if i spot that head
we don’t do threats, we just paint this red, cleanin’ the scene with a grin and a dread
wheels turn sl!ck when the chase get hot, v got hit and the brains got popped
posted on snap, now his bro got got, that’s karma — the net don’t block no shots
back in the town with a mean lil’ tuck, trunk got tools, we don’t do no luck
if i ever get booked, i ain’t foldin’ up, keep a real close circle, these boys be sus
catch him at night? that’s cl!ckin’ and dumpin’, i ain’t askin’ no questions, i’m gunnin’
wanna ride with the snakes? then you dyin’ with a hissing sound, i ain’t for bluffin’
heard the feds wanna knock, but i’m gone, changed whips and i dumped that phone
zari the name that they whisper in tone, back in the ‘raq where the drill zone grown
[chorus]
sn+tched that load like it wasn’t a thing, back in the ‘raq with a 30+round string
scope on the top and it come with a beam, i ain’t talkin’ no peace when i’m pressin’ this ring
i’m outside tryna catch me a target, bro in the cut with the whip, he heartless
v in the mud, two straps in the carpet, we tryna slide on whoever start it
tell them goofies i’m locked in deep, wait ’til i land, then it’s war on the street
phone off, masked up, nothin’ discreet, if he blink once then he done in a week
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