Hazard Lights Freestyle (Pt. 3)

Lyrics

[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 [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