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 f*ck 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