Pt III | Hazard Lights ⚠️ Sha EK

[Intro]
Grrah
(Oh my God, is that Sevyn?)

[Chorus]
This lil' .40 I got, this shit better work
Shoot or get shot, I'ma shoot you first
Fucked the four hours when I bought the Perc'
I don't do flirtin', just pull down your skirt
I just sent it and blocked it
When I went to her crib, had the rocket
Deuce five on me, it fit in my pocket
Keep a door open, you better not lock it

[Verse]
See that, see Kay and they run up, I'm flockin'
Baow, I'm only aimin' for—
I'm only aimin' for tops
I'm tryna make somethin' drop
I like to make this shit hot
I was the youngest dumpin' on the block
They kept dissin' us, they don't know a nigga got shot
They tryna trick a nigga out his spot
When we fuckin' she said I'm hittin' her spot
On the first night, I had to show her my bop
On the tenth night, she started totin' my gun
'Cause I'm tact, they be sayin' I'm duckin' the Rock
Word to my mother, they shot 'cause they smokin' my pops
But my niggas already know that
I was in pain and I feel like I'm goin' insane
But I know I never could show that
Some of these rapper niggas gotta stay in they lane
I'ma back out my chop and say, "Hold that"
I fuck with niggas in Florida and some in Miami
But, bitch, I'm not bumpin' no Kodak