L.A.X. lyrics

[Intro]
(Who is Shax, n*gga?)
(Dodo, what's the word?)
Brrt

[Chorus]
LAX, all red, I'm bleedin' (Bleedin')
n*ggas woofin', ain't doin' no teeth
Five shots to the chest, now his ass ain't breathin' (Brrt, brrt)
Get robbed or get stretched, they gon' say I'm the reason (You know that)
Soft as a b*tch, he ain't no demon
Tryna have my kids, you tweakin'
Need two Perc' 30s, I'm fiendin'
You would think this switch a bat how I swing it (Brrt)

[Verse]
n*ggas thought they killed me, they was dreamin'
I'll leave a n*gga face stuck on the cement
I go broke, I'ma kick your door
I'm up ten, playin' ball like a pro (Know that)
Right now at Shake Shack gettin' a burger to go
Can't trust that b*tch, she might drop my lo'
Know I f*ck with Dirty Road, might catch me on the 4
Cuban on, rose gold, probably catch me with your ho
Hе a b*tch with a gun that he ain't gon' blow (Uh-uh)
n*ggas always runnin' when the smokе gettin' close (Know that)
Caught an opp early morning, cooked his ass like toast (Brrt)
Ain't givin' no pass, b*tch, I'm always on go (Uh-uh)
We really spank ass and I know y'all know (You know that)
Straight-eight Jeep fast, flyin' this b*tch home
We get back fast, never take too long
Hold on, think fast, don't get your ass smoked (Uh-uh)
My opps down bad, just check the score (Yep)
High-speed, don't crash, won't throw my fire
I don't give no pass, you get caught, you gon' die (Uh-huh)
f*ck all my opps, b*tch, I'm Die Y
I'm on my way to hit a lick, I'm on the Dan Ryan flyin' (Know that)
Opps ain't gettin' back, they ass steady dyin' (They ain't)
Steady gettin' they ass patched and they mamas keep cryin' (Brrt)
Know I'm finna get rich or I'ma die tryin'
He got hit with a nick' and his ass started whinin' (Damn)
I ain't gotta get back, I'm the first to start slidin' (Uh-huh)
Shots go off and then you hear sirens (Brrt)
I'll take your J before I buy it
Grade A, good aim with the Glock (Know it)
Straight-eight snatch off on the cops
b*tches wanna eat di*k 'cause they know I smoke opps (Know that)
We really spank sh*t, turned Za into za (Brrt, damn)
[Bridge]
We really spank sh*t, turned Za into za
Smoke your ass like some za
Don't get your ass smoked like some za
Brrt, brrt

[Chorus]
LAX, all red, I'm bleedin'
n*ggas woofin', ain't doin' no teethin'
Five shots to the chest, now his ass ain't breathin'
Get robbed or get stretched, they gon' say I'm the reason
Soft as a b*tch, he ain't no demon (Uh-uh)
Tryna have my kids, you tweakin'
Need two Perc' 30s, I'm fiendin'
You would think this switch a bat how I swing it (Brrt)

[Outro]
b*tch, you would think this switch a bat how I swing it
Need two Perc' 30s, I'm tweakin'
Tryna have my kids, you tweakin'