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letra de hazard lights pt ii - sha gz

[intro]
(d-mn-d-mn, donnie, you k!lled this sh-t)

[verse 1]
got me thinkin’ ’bout sh-t that i did
reminiscin’ ’bout sh-t as a kid
i do not know how a n-gga got lit
but i’m still findin’ ways to get rich
all i know is that god had gave me a gift
and he told me just stay on my sh-t
i just hope they don’t do me like mitch
and i hope they don’t hate me like chris
let me tell y’all a story, sh-t got lit (like)
and sh-t hit the fan
i don’t know, but it jammed
sh-t stopped cl!ckin’ once i had the chance
b-tch lined him, he like, “d-mn”
let me tell y’all the story, how we made the plan
let me get to the script ‘causе b-tches was doin’ too much when i hopped out that van
but look, it was just mе and blitz two deep, we was outside lurkin’
we was outside purgin’
tryna look for a n-gga we hurtin’
tryna call up a miss to line this lil’ n-gga up, so we can see him in person
he was talkin’ too much on the ‘gram, so i called that lil’ b-tch from his block, she was nervous

[interlude]
we’ll be on 1328 elm street at ten o’clock
alright, we’ll be there
[verse 2]
yo, bro, i think she jackin’ it
tell that b-tch i’m in love and you start jackin’ it
only thing that i’m thinkin’ is this b-tch lyin’ ’cause he gon’ go straight in a casket
like, yo, blitz, you think she gassin’ it?
only thing that i’m thinkin’ is coppin’ sh-t
get the addy, it’s like ten o’clock
we get to cruisin’ right there down that block
i do not know, all i heard was the cops
heard the sirens, now i’m tryna waltz
just buggin’ and thuggin’, thinkin’ in the lot
callin’ this b-tch, she keep tellin’ me foul
she not pickin’ up, i wonder why
get the message, i’m hittin’ reply

[interlude]
bro, where the f-ck you at, bro?
we’re at the gas station, two minutes away

[verse 3]
like, we about to get rid of this n-gga
i can’t wait ’til we fl!ck on this n-gga
get close, so i’m k!llin’ this n-gga
think a car pulled up
and the lights turned off
got my g and my clip right up outta my jewels and i hop out the cut with my black hoodie on
then i aim double hands
i get to thuggin’ and stickin’, once i get the chance, n-ggas know how i am
i get up close, put the gun in his face, all he heard was the—

- sha gz

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