Hazy

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//*Chorus 1 0:14 to 0:28*
Im smoking on big gas, shit getting hazy
Pull out the choppa, flick off the safety
Shit not new to me, do this on the daily
Ask about last night, remember it vaguely
Pulled off the job like wick ,you betta pay me
Catching all these body's, this shit is crazy
Can't see through the gun smoke, it's hella hazy
I throw these bullets like my name is Brady
//*Verse 1 0:28 to 0:56*
I'm smoking all this weed I'm feeling lazy
Call me a clown and I'll kill you like Gacy
I killed her boyfriend she say that she hate me
Im smoking this propane my head is empty
I can't conceal shit man this ak to heavy
Just a couple of shots and this shit is deadly
If he want some bullets shit I got plenty
Got an AK on me like it's open carry
How many shots I let off shit it'll vary
Just like jason I kill them with a machete
I pull out the glock, then hold it it steady
And then their writin up his obituary
Don't fuck with you if you smoking on Reggie
Right in the spine turned him to a veggie
Cause fucking with me is not really healthy
Because no im not rich nigga I'm wealthy
//*Verse 2 0:56 to 1:26*
With the chopper, chop you down like trees easily
He wanna talk dont know that I got the heat on me
Bullets hit him in the brain connect seamlessly
You can't fuck with me nigga I am a deity
Need my money J.G ain't gettin no leniency
I had to go put their asses to sleep peacefully
I killed his team of three
They were just feet from me
This happened recently
On a longer wave, on a lower frequency
Put you in the grave, buried with no decency
Won't kill you legally
Daylight no secrecy
Uhh-
Got crimes in each country
Imma leave you bloody
Glock leave your lungs muddy
Glock leave your face ugly
Glock leave your ass holy
I call you a chicken I aint talking poultry
Im the best in this game I need me a trophy
Imma bag your bitch like she was a grocery
//*Verse 3 1:26 to 2:37*
I'm high as fuck yea it's hazy in the stu'
Rap ain't gate so let a little nigga through
The choppa sneeze when I squeeze it at you
Its makes me wanna go get you some tissue
Strap gon snap back ya hat
In case you try to cap
Drag your ass to the junkyard if you wanna scrap
Need my money asap
It ain't time to chitchat
These bullets have impact and they do not zigzag
I'm in my fucking bag like a pair of testicles
If you wanna talk shit I'll see you in the reticle,
Hollows in the chamber it makes holes in ya ventricle
These bullets and words burn your scalp like some chemicals
I'm still going hard even though I am lyrical
Im still rapping after I got a capital
The glock will cook and eat you like a cannibal
Especially if bullets hit your mandible
Or a few inches right below your clavicle
Yea I got me a triple it was easy and simple
First ya pull out the pistol shoot one in the dimple
Then leave next one a cripple down from below his skull
Last one gave the signal to get popped like a pimple
Shot one, shot two, shot three all in a sequence
Words dont matter because I don't feel no grievance
They didn't know they turned me into a demon
A beam on his head light him up like a beacon
Told you leave him paralyzed just like Stephen
You snitch to the cops get beheaded for treason
Im stacking my money it's all on the ceilin'
Fucking with me you gon get taken like Neeson
Fly as twenty one pilots now im a heathen
Just in my crib and it feels like I'm in eden
Just one shot to the head and watch his knees weaken
Shit I do this almost every damn weekend
The unstoppable force that you can not prevent
Yea i'm going hard on this hard beat like cement
So dont even try to just sit there and pretend,
That I'm not diving in this shit like the deep end
Yea because I'm in this shit just like a depend
Cause that's an opinion that you can not defend
Why you hating on me don't give me a pretext
//*Chorus 2 2:37 to 2:50*
Im smoking on big gas, shit getting hazy
Pull out the choppa, flick off the safety
Shit not new to me, do this on the daily
Ask about last night, remember it vaguely
Pulled off the job like wick, you betta pay me
Catching all these body's, this shit is crazy
Can't see through the gun smoke, it's hella hazy
I throw these bullets like my name is Brady
//*Verse 4 2:50 to 3:47*
Im burning gas in the stu' its smokey
I got a blunt that's bigger than a stogie
You gon get poked with my glock cause you're hokey
Your ugly bitch looks like she calls you homey
I don't like to, but I keep the ball rolling
Knock will knock you down like a nigga bowling
Beat up my alleyso you know I'm zoning
Do this 365 Sigbullets spinning
Hit you twelve times get ate turkey Thanksgiving
Give me one reason you better I'm listening
Call my glock depression because that shit crippling
He a vegetable now I made his ass miserable
Like this glock I keep concealed I'm invisible
He shot me twice I came back I'm invincible
I shot back at him those shots were reciprocal
To other rappers these bars aren't deliverable
Yea the damage permanent irreversible
His other homie gone made him impersonal
Difference 'tween him and zero not discernable
Guaranteed to die like cancer this glock terminal
Crazy ill kill you or diss you I'm versatile
My bullets crabs, they invertibrate, cervical
Those hollow shots hit him right in the cerebral
Bullets hit you in your cortex not tenable
Your sweet like sugar cook you like some caramel
Flashes of light get detached like a retinal)
Imma chill now was attacking now sentinel
You should quit rapping get back to your clerical
Because what you consider rap is terrible
Turn you to a light show turn you to a spectacle
End your story with a lesson, a parable
Imma smoke flower no need for an edible
Hazy

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FROSTYJJM
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