Jay5ive - Hazard Lights⚠️ Pt III
[Intro]
[Verse]
Like, I'm 'bout to catch you
I brought my broom so don't ask ‘bout who swept you
Got opps' family scared to come see they nephew
Nigga, you cannot run, I throw several
SevSide kinda far, but that's why I got Revel
You might catch a shot tryna throw every pedal
Like-like, I don't wanna sext you
You did me wrong, that's the reason I left you
Like, why [?] tryna see how I perform?
Like y'all ain't the reason that Nazzy is gone?
I said, catch his daughter I'mma kick the kid
But I take that back because now I feel wrong
I walk with my gun and my kid in my arm
They tell me, "Don't bring up that shit in my songs"
They tеllin' me, "Stay in the crib"
But spinnin' that block is the only way that I stay calm
D's on my body, I gotta movе tact
Idris a bitch, nigga why would I cap?
You wanna be Sweepers or be DOA?
Better pick you a side before Jay5ive react
Like you in my stu', you lucky you ain't clapped
Like, why you keep lying? You don't got no strap
While you in the crib editin' videos, I was outside tryna make me a pack
Vlogging is cool, nigga go get your bag
Tell DudeyLo go and pick up his dad
The niggas I shot prolly watchin' your videos
I make 'em cry, nigga, you make 'em laugh
She be like, "5ive, I'm in love with your dreads"
Idris, your braids do not go past your neck
Shoutout to bro who can't lift up his neck
Pow, that nigga dead on that bench
Free KG, nigga, free Leaky Drench
Don't bring up my baby mom once again
Your bitch shakin' ass right now to all my music
And now I think she wanna come be my friend
Like, oh, he right there? I go get to blackin'
Tell C Blu I'm not into reactions
I freestyle shit, I do it with passion
I used to be broke, but nigga, that was back then
Like, don't bring up shit that we did in the past tense
JayRipK in the spliff, nigga, that shit make mad sense
Do too much shit for my block
Took one and got locked, just to hear that a nigga was rattin'
Buddy Hield better never be lackin'
I hope B-Diddy play ball in that casket
I can't take you serious, nigga, you mad at the Sweepers
Like, nigga, go beat a pack then
LES niggas pussy, I just might go clap them
Y'all got too many deads, how the fuck is y'all rappin'?
Nigga, Broodie a bitch, if I catch him it's lit
(Give him four to the back while I yell out, "What's Makkin'?")
Like, she threw it back, oh, she got that shit clappin'
Oh, she holdin' my broom, like she tryna get active
She fucked on bro and she tryna come throw it on me
Like I don't know her body count tragic
I'm throwin' like Butler, I'm throwin' like Dragic
Oh, he play for the Lakers? Well, watch me work magic
Shoutout to LDot, we call him a basket
Eli tried to run and caught four where his back is
[Verse]
Like, I'm 'bout to catch you
I brought my broom so don't ask ‘bout who swept you
Got opps' family scared to come see they nephew
Nigga, you cannot run, I throw several
SevSide kinda far, but that's why I got Revel
You might catch a shot tryna throw every pedal
Like-like, I don't wanna sext you
You did me wrong, that's the reason I left you
Like, why [?] tryna see how I perform?
Like y'all ain't the reason that Nazzy is gone?
I said, catch his daughter I'mma kick the kid
But I take that back because now I feel wrong
I walk with my gun and my kid in my arm
They tell me, "Don't bring up that shit in my songs"
They tеllin' me, "Stay in the crib"
But spinnin' that block is the only way that I stay calm
D's on my body, I gotta movе tact
Idris a bitch, nigga why would I cap?
You wanna be Sweepers or be DOA?
Better pick you a side before Jay5ive react
Like you in my stu', you lucky you ain't clapped
Like, why you keep lying? You don't got no strap
While you in the crib editin' videos, I was outside tryna make me a pack
Vlogging is cool, nigga go get your bag
Tell DudeyLo go and pick up his dad
The niggas I shot prolly watchin' your videos
I make 'em cry, nigga, you make 'em laugh
She be like, "5ive, I'm in love with your dreads"
Idris, your braids do not go past your neck
Shoutout to bro who can't lift up his neck
Pow, that nigga dead on that bench
Free KG, nigga, free Leaky Drench
Don't bring up my baby mom once again
Your bitch shakin' ass right now to all my music
And now I think she wanna come be my friend
Like, oh, he right there? I go get to blackin'
Tell C Blu I'm not into reactions
I freestyle shit, I do it with passion
I used to be broke, but nigga, that was back then
Like, don't bring up shit that we did in the past tense
JayRipK in the spliff, nigga, that shit make mad sense
Do too much shit for my block
Took one and got locked, just to hear that a nigga was rattin'
Buddy Hield better never be lackin'
I hope B-Diddy play ball in that casket
I can't take you serious, nigga, you mad at the Sweepers
Like, nigga, go beat a pack then
LES niggas pussy, I just might go clap them
Y'all got too many deads, how the fuck is y'all rappin'?
Nigga, Broodie a bitch, if I catch him it's lit
(Give him four to the back while I yell out, "What's Makkin'?")
Like, she threw it back, oh, she got that shit clappin'
Oh, she holdin' my broom, like she tryna get active
She fucked on bro and she tryna come throw it on me
Like I don't know her body count tragic
I'm throwin' like Butler, I'm throwin' like Dragic
Oh, he play for the Lakers? Well, watch me work magic
Shoutout to LDot, we call him a basket
Eli tried to run and caught four where his back is
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