Jay hound - Hazard Lights

★ Intro ★
(pradadidit)
Glah glah, like
(Ryan!)
Glah glah boom nigga
Bro threw a shot tryna—, like
Bro threw a—
Oh he better—
Glah glah

★ Chorus ★
Bro threw a shot tryna finish (Uh-huh)
Too elite, tryna stay on my pivot (Pow pow pow)
He better move, I’ma get wit’ him (Like)
Ain’t no duckin’, these bullets gon’— (Like, like)
Ain’t no duckin’, these bullets gon’ hit ‘em
One wrong move, that’s on bro I’ma end him (Glah glah)
Thotties on dick but they know I don’t feel ‘em
Make a call, and I’m sending a hitter (Glah glah)

★ Verse ★
Trey Burke got shot, he a victim (Like)
Neaky link, we ain’t takin’ no pictures
She in my face now I’m all in her Finsta
Like, bro tryna do ‘em like— (Glah glah)
On that block, turned her to a villain (Uh-huh)
I tried to up to show ‘em how I’m feeling (Pow pow pow)
Like, oh they gon’ call me a menace (Like)
I get a rush, I’m sweatin’ while I’m flickin’ (Uh-huh)
On that block wit’ the—, tryna kill ‘em (Tryna kill)
I’m from the D, I ain’t talkin’ no pistols (No pistols)
He off the knock so lil bro better not miss ‘em, like
Died tryna take off his— (Tryna take off his)
Like, died tryna take off his pistols
They outside on the Woos so I made it my mission (Uh-huh)
20/20, I shot from a distance (Like)
(Word to bro)
Glah glah
In the field, word to bro I go kuu
Like, I could show your big bro what to do (Like)
On the opps side, let off 2 (Let off 2)
When I up on his—, better move
Like, brodie went kuu on the news
Let off some shots, word to bro they done flew
I started flickin’ tryna get a Stu (Glah glah boom)
We ain’t leavin no shells on the Woo (TGz do hits)

★ Chorus ★
Bro threw a shot tryna finish
Too elite, tryna stay on my pivot (Glah glah)
He better move, I’ma get wit’ him (Like)
Ain’t no duckin’, these bullets gon’— (Like, like)
Ain’t no duckin’, these bullets gon’ hit ‘em
One wrong move, that’s on bro I’ma end him (Glah glah)
Thotties on dick but they know I don’t feel ‘em
Make a call, and I’m sending a hitter (TGz do hits)

★ Outro ★
Bro threw a shot tryna finish
Too elite, tryna stay on my pivot
He better move, I’ma get wit’ him
Ain’t no duckin’, these bullets gon’— (Like, like)
Ain’t no duckin’, these bullets gon’ hit ‘em
One wrong move, that’s on bro I’ma end him
Thotties on dick but they know I don’t feel ‘em (They know I don’t)
Make a call, and I’m sending a hitter