Hazy Lyrics

Yeah, what up, BSL

Let's go

Before I wake up, I gotta go back to sleep

Creeping in the dark with a ski, don't get hit with the beam

Bro had a full -ride, but he keep serving fiends

7.30 for a 3.5, you ain't serving nothing

Bro was a producer, turned hittah, so he hit him with percussion

Bro got 30 off the rip for slanging funny

That's Fetty , honey

How you got three Hellcats but no money

My memory flooded, it felt like Hurricane Katrina

Bro had a gun in his locker, Gilbert arenas

ZL1 or Scat Pack, they couldn't see us

Bro fell NNN, cause he got caught lacking by Asmodeus

Couldn't punch the Hellcat, so he got a Prius

If I told you a lie yesterday, you wouldn't believe me

Bro still stuck in 05, he got a bubble back TV

I couldn't afford , Spotify premium, so I keep it on repeat

He spun Monday through Wednesday, that's a three-peat

You 99 still tryna spit bars, take a seat

Brown switch with a curry stick, man, I felt like Baljeet

Woke up tripping off the tap water, I'm bound to repeat

That nigga failed, No Nut November now he got a baby born in August

Firebomb the Disney universe for playing Wreck-It Ralph and not even mentioning Frogger

Smash the shit off the backboard, I'm a ball hogger

Talk crazy on the net, I'm get you put up in a Frogger

Damn, I'm making fryer

Lock the Glock up and put gunpowder in the clip, nigga, this dead wire

If I gotta be correct, then nigga, alright

If I gotta be correct, then I'ma have to smack you with some fucking pliers

Didn't have no sandwich bags, so I used rubber band and pliers

Put kerosene in your tap water, now your lungs on fire

Tripping off the Dr. Bonner's, I think my dick on fire

I'm going to fucking kill myself

What the fuck? I ain't concerned to fucking die