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jay5ive - pt 7 | hazard lights ⚠️ lyrics

[chorus]
ain’t a block that i ain’t already go to
bend through blocks, like, i already told you
told that b+tch i ain’t nothin’ like her old dude
fl!ck 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 fl!ck by my old school
fl!ck on that b+tch for jackin’ that’s her bros too

[verse]
on the o’s, 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 fl!cked
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. fl!ck in that deli
on 2+9th like “free tonka and messy”
worda bro i been totin’ my bestie
cuz 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
cuz she cryin’ when i mention deady
worda 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 chuncky and dae, they was fl!ckin’
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
worda bro we can fl!ck out that bentley
lemme throw out the back of this renty
it’s a difference when jay5ive be jokin’ and trollin’ cuz i got my gun, i ain’t friendly
shoot the club up and give her a plan b
she off dot, naz, sammy
ask for guns all them 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, n0body can stand me
i’m the type to go kick down the candles and sh+t, and after that, fl!ck 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
worda 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 already go to
bend through blocks like i already told you
told that b+tch i ain’t nothin’ like her old dude
fl!ck out the v, threw 17 in total
bring her friend like i think i want both you
everything that i do, i’m supposed to
i got hopped, had to fl!ck by my old school
fl!ck on that b+tch for jackin’ that’s her bros too

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