Pt 13 | Hazard Lights ⚠️ lyrics

[Intro]
Grrah, grrah
Eli, Weldon, Neaky
Grrah, grrah
Grrah-grrah!

[Chorus]
The bros know I’mma tweak
I been tryna stay calm
Before I go drill, make a call to my mom
Slime time, I want his jewelry gone
If you walked in my shoes, wouldn’t say I was wrong
When we get to throwin’ them shots, it’s prolonged
This sh*t gonna go up his spot like a bomb
(He play with my body, the glizzy get drawn)
Sometimes I’m sorry for what I be on
But Dudey, can we keep it real?
It’s a bike or a car just to get to the Hill
When we bend through that block, we gon’ bend through the Ville
Free the bros in the can, we was just in thе field
Double hand when I comе and I’m flickin’ that steel
And I never got beat with no sh—, keep it real
And the n*gga who jumped me, he never gon’ heal
Eli got shot, he was yellin’ out—

[Verse]
He was yellin’, “Ahh!”
I catch a Babies, he gettin’ flocked
Bend through the Nick while we yellin’ out “Pah!”
He say it back, word to bro, then he shot
You ain’t flockin’ for yours?
Like, we flockin’ for ours
Every n*gga who rappin’ ’bout sh*t that they not
And I post in the Green, no lackin’, I charge
I could end up like Caine, up in that chicken spot
SevSide-K, we still smokin’ Nazzy
Ldot punchin’, this sh*t a hottie
This blunt bustin’, this sh*t the Notti
[Big Mac K?], she on my body
Real money smoker, that’s on my IG
TMB runnin’ from me and Sdotty
Mrow trollin’? I’m in his lobby
Big ass .40 poke through the Glocky
Mikey loafin’, we throwin’ 9P
DJ duckin’ right on that block street
Dudey keep dissin’, gon’ be with his pops
It should’ve been DD instead of lil Notti
But n*gga, we lookin’ for DD
Suicide door through the Hill when we creep
They all suicide when they beef with the Sweep
Boogz got shot in his face
Roscoe—
[Chorus]
The bros know I’mma tweak
I been tryna stay calm
Before I go drill, make a call to my mom
Slime time, I want his jewelry gone
If you walked in my shoes, wouldn’t say I was wrong
When we get to throwin’ them shots, it’s prolonged
This sh*t gonna go up his spot like a bomb
(He play with my body, the glizzy get drawn)
Sometimes I’m sorry for what I be on
But Dudey, can we keep it real?
It’s a bike or a car just to get to the Hill
When we bend through that block, we gon’ bend through the Ville
Free the bros in the can, we was just in the field
Double hand when I come and I’m flickin’ that steel
And I never got beat with no sh—, keep it real
And the n*gga who jumped me, he never gon’ heal
Eli got shot, he was yellin’ out—