Hazards

Aye, aye
Coast to Coast type shit
Yeah, look

I just wanna ride through the city with my top down and smoke trees with my niggas
On the way to link up with some bad bitches
Back there in the trunk, you hear the bass hitting
I meant the bass hittin
My shit so dope it'll have ya face itchin
Play pussy, get fucked, you a rape victim
Heard he was gonna pull up on me with the gang
I'ma slay you and them niggas that came with ya
Twenty-Two in a choke hold, ain't missin
Hundred proof in a solo, lane switchin
And I got the Huracan rented for the week
Left the bucket in the driveway, back on the east AAH

I spend it, get it back, and spend it again
Might head to SoCal with all of my friends
I be sippin' on hazardous
And my life decisions are bad as shit
Ayy, I get my bitches whatever they want
Whoa, I got a scar at all of they cribs
Yeah, I be eating them out for lunch
Ayy, I keep a Glock right off of the hip

Put the pressure to your neck, it's a bowtie
Yo I'm really with the shits like a blowfly
Women double cross every day, playin' both sides
Tryna hit my phone, I tell her that my phone died
Fuckin' with my funds, that's the shit I don't like
I can have you wake up in your bed on the wrong side
I might let her wake up in my bed if her tongue right
I control shorty by the head if her bun tight, aye
I hit Fairfax for the J's
Then Melrose for the retro clothes
This for my girls who be loyal to the bone
All up in they bag with that Metro phone
Run it up don't be ashamed
Do your motherfuckin' thing, you're gettin' paid
Find me on the beach, dawg, in Tijuana
I don't want a beef, dawg, I just wanna
I just wanna spend my money in one piece
I bees in the trap, the honeys are on me
And all my niggas strapped, I'm raisin' an army
Before he get capped, we send him a warning
He'll figure it out like his name Tommy
Walk up in the trench coat, unloadin' the Tommy
Mobbin' on the coast with all the homies
I don't give a fuck about the price, I don't care how much it cost
We gon' need everything on the wall, sweetheart
My car keyless and my weed in a jar
No time for shenanigans at all
Pull up on the boulevard hangin' all out the car like
What's up, boy? You a fuckboy
Now we gotta Swiss cheese, your truck boy
Said she gon' leave me through that door
And I was like, bitch, please, I got hoes, your ride's outside

I spend it, get it back, and spend it again
Might head to SoCal with all of my friends
I be sippin' on hazardous
And my life decisions are bad as shit
Ayy, I get my bitches whatever they want
Whoa, I got a scar at all of they cribs
Yeah, I be eating them out for lunch
Ayy, I keep a Glock right off of the hip