ljay gzz, kk spinnin & kdot keepclickin – hazard lights lyrics
[intro: ljay gzz]
(i+it’s that mdotty n+gga)
(it’s jieken by the way)
look, like
[verse 1: ljay gzz]
back of the shoot, then we hit for his tummy (baow, baow, baow)
lil’ bro gon’ get wrapped like a mummy (6wildk)
on the 6, we huntin’ for the bunnies (uh+huh)
‘ootin’ that v ’cause n+ggas movin’ funny (don’t run)
backin’ and boomin’, i was movin’ dusty (baow, baow, baow, baow)
aim with my hip ’cause i’m a little rusty
dumpin’ like ten ’cause, no, i’m movin’ lucky (we out)
back to the chopper, cl!ckin’ for the busties (uh+huh)
f+cked on his b+tch ’cause she was movin’ sl+tty (she a thot)
they don’t do sh+t, know brodie got no money (like, what?)
come to the 9 if you thinkin’ sh+t funny (die wild)
don’t give a f+ck, but y’all jackin’ the pats
and pocolito, n+gga jackin’ the makk (like, what?)
like, what? y’all n+ggas smacked (stupid)
pick up a gun, spin thе block, he get packed (gеt back)
tank got hit, fourteen in my pack (we smokin’ ’em)
we droppin’ the o and we uppin’ the raq
real sh+t, y’all n+ggas know what we jack
let’s talk on the facts, lil’ mel ran track (uh+huh)
rest in peace nunu, pushed dd sh+t back (oyk)
in the hill two deep, me and twin too tact’
one v, two gs, b+tch, we ready to black (alright)
let’s talk about how me and mine never lack (stupid)
lefty upped, mb ran fast (baow, baow, baow)
real sh+t, i only talk on the facts (like, gdk)
like, g6 got hit, that’s gas
like, and he was runnin’ like flash
like, word to bro, n+ggas got on his ass (baow)
like, stupid, y’all n+ggas thought i wouldn’t last?
like, who is they dissing? man, this sh+t is trash (like, suck my d+ck)
we spin through the opps, get low, we hit the gas
get st+rdy with vs, y’all can’t get in the back (baow, baow, baow, baow)
and f+ck all the cops, i just hope we don’t crash (we out)
turn that phone off, like, hop out, we hit the dash (we out)
and this psa for the opps ’cause they ass (uh+huh)
they mention my dead, but fourteen in a pack (fourteen)
they rappin’ that sh+t, but all that sh+t is cap (that sh+t’s cap)
like, come to the street, get st+rdy with them straps (uh+huh)
the knocker keep goin’, but that sh+t is wack
if lil’ cl!ckin with me, lil’ fourty in a pack
[bridge: kk spinnin]
like, look
like, word to bro, n+ggas got on his ass
like, look, like, look
[verse 2: kk spinnin]
i’m a young n+gga from a hype town (hype town)
walk with my pipe ’cause i’m used to this knife (uh+huh)
if bro see an opp, he dumpin’ on sight (where you goin’?)
if i see an opp, i’m takin’ his life (baow, baow, baow)
i’m like a ghost, i came in the night (i’m here)
me and bro get low ’cause i think i see lights (get low)
the adrenaline rushin’, this sh+t got me hype (relax)
stop gettin’ so nervous, you gotta move right (relax)
the ds on our ass, so we tossin’ this pipe (uh+huh)
look at that v, that boy took flight (where you going?)
took bro v, now lil’ bro tight (baow, baow)
we smokin’ on boy who got hit by the knife
if i come to they block, then i turn off the lights (uh+huh)
throw me a shot, bro thought it was nice
f+ck all the opps, they know it’s on sight (it’s kk)
ek got shot, almost turned off his lights (uh+huh)
still gettin’ heavy, lil’ bro took a flight
walk up and flock, almost shot at the wife (die drilly, you heard?)
yes, i f+ck with the lean, so pass me the sprite
if i see lil’ mel, start throwin’ on sight (baow)
spin in a v, but i’m not gonna fight (uh+huh)
with the ‘ooters, we takin’ his life (we is)
don’t bust that left, just bust that right (that right)
i’m tryna see if the opps tryna ball (where they at?)
see me a 6, throw two, one, four (baow, baow)
they puttin’ his pictures all over the wall (uh+huh)
like, that boy got sent to the lord
and i think they forgot that we uppin’ the score
lil’ bro, go check that board (check that board)
[verse 3: kdot keepcl!ckin]
real sh+t, bro can’t see them n+ggas ’cause they dipped (like, on bro)
bro don’t think that i got it, but it’s on my hip (like)
b+tch, you better move when i fl!ck (don’t run)
i’m not gonna chase him like he rick (uh+huh)
like, i got my beam on my sitch (n+gga, both my opps)
bend through the hill, i think i see a 6 (n+gga, f+ck all the—)
f+ck that, b+tch, i’ma go down the list
mellz, n+gga got shot in the head
dot, tell ddot go pick up his friends (so many deads)
country, pick him up, that n+gga dead
huncho, he should’ve watched where he stepped (uh+huh)
tank, n+gga got shot in the chest
++++ and y’all know y’all miss brodie instead
if i catch me an o, i ain’t showin’ no mercy
f+ck fourteen, i’ma flock at that jersey (like)
better pick up the pace when i flock
so many sh+t we did to the opps
i’m on the block and i’m tryna play manhunt
can i play ball? hit that n+gga for ransom (don’t run)
dissin’ my dead, but it’s all for the cameras
168, that sh+t really not it (on bro)
b+tch, i’ma tweak when i flock
with the knocks and the pokey, i got it on lock
straight dissin’ my dead and i don’t wonder why (like, what you doin’?)
like, your brother got poked, got sent to the sky (on bro)
when i step on the courts, n+gga, i won’t box (don’t run)
catch lil’ bro, i’ma throw me a shot (that’s word to my dead)
he should’ve ran, put the beam on the g (like, like)
push up with the bros, leave him dead on the street
i’m with the demons bendin’ through they ps (uh+huh)
he could shot if he jackin’ mb (mbk, n+gga)
[outro: kdot keepcl!ckin]
like, if you not my makk, i’m lettin’ it flock, n+gga
on bro
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