"Sirens" lyrics
Paranoid riding 'round with that choppa inside the whip bitch
Nigga stop bluffin', you ain't gon rock out with that stick bitch
Malibu's Most Wanted, I drop a hundred, this ain't no picnic bitch
Tech Deck with the Tec, that means this choppa 'bout to flip a bitch
(Hol hol hol hol hol hol
Nigga stop playing 'fore I muhfuckin')
Bitch!
I'm riding around with the Uzi
Put a body inside of my yard like Boosie
I don't know how to act like the niggas on Tubi
Wanna spy on the kid, game over like Junie
Bitch titties out on the stage and I'm signing her booby
Bad bitch, she wanna go tonight
Bitch nigga don't even shoot when he rolling dice
I'm trying to brace a nigga, he got an overbite
Nigga this drac' thing got a strobing light
Nigga got hit with 60, not the rolling type
Migo plug push up on a motorbike
Bush on my head, I'm looking like Dolomite
Bush on my head, ain't talking the Twin Towers
I got a big ass drac', my stick louder
Give me a 9, I'll stretch to a brick house
Bitch you ain't serving, you don't even serve ounces
You can't box us in, I'ma turn out
I'm Amy Winehouse with a wine glass
All of them war stories with your lying ass
Told her to come here with her fine ass
I'm trying to fuck a bitch to Brent Faiyaz
He died 2 years ago, you let time pass
Slide in all black, I turned down the contrast
Got the same stick as Selena Gomez
Bitch it's a free car, we got no tags
Bitch I'm bilingual, my man George Lopez
Shot up his hood, my bitch wanna show ass
I shot the stick so much broke the pole mag
I got the stick on tuck on the moped
I got this bitch trying to fuck with her grown ass
Give me a 3 of the Tris and I'm on ass
Bitch named Karma she think she a [?]
Blood in the tub, twelve think it's a bomb bath
I mean bath bomb
I'ma walk down with that shit and I act calm
These niggas don't know shit I'ma drop bombs
Bitch nigga don't wanna link like dot com
Nigga I hang out the van like a soccer mom
Roll his body in a rug like it's Ramadan
After we get in a shootout it's quiet calm
You wanna be with Serve, you gotta serve a bomb
Bomb in the drac' got a cast you can sign my arm
Run in this house you get offed, set alarm
Go in the elevator, I'm the new Solange
Too much money buy my bitch a new salon
Shoot up the studio, now the producer harmed
Bitch how you serving you ain't never heard of me
Shot a nigga- (911, what's your emergency?)
Blood dried up, that shit lookin' burgundy
Hang out the window no cup on, no courtesy
Give me a 30 to sniff and a Glock it's a [?]
I robbed everybody bitch how you ain't heard of me
Niggas be Phineas, lookin' like Ferb to me
Hercules, switching my [?]
Verbally you try to step to a nigga, make murder scenes
10 on his head, this her BBL surgery
Nigga stop bluffin', you ain't gon rock out with that stick bitch
Malibu's Most Wanted, I drop a hundred, this ain't no picnic bitch
Tech Deck with the Tec, that means this choppa 'bout to flip a bitch
(Hol hol hol hol hol hol
Nigga stop playing 'fore I muhfuckin')
Bitch!
I'm riding around with the Uzi
Put a body inside of my yard like Boosie
I don't know how to act like the niggas on Tubi
Wanna spy on the kid, game over like Junie
Bitch titties out on the stage and I'm signing her booby
Bad bitch, she wanna go tonight
Bitch nigga don't even shoot when he rolling dice
I'm trying to brace a nigga, he got an overbite
Nigga this drac' thing got a strobing light
Nigga got hit with 60, not the rolling type
Migo plug push up on a motorbike
Bush on my head, I'm looking like Dolomite
Bush on my head, ain't talking the Twin Towers
I got a big ass drac', my stick louder
Give me a 9, I'll stretch to a brick house
Bitch you ain't serving, you don't even serve ounces
You can't box us in, I'ma turn out
I'm Amy Winehouse with a wine glass
All of them war stories with your lying ass
Told her to come here with her fine ass
I'm trying to fuck a bitch to Brent Faiyaz
He died 2 years ago, you let time pass
Slide in all black, I turned down the contrast
Got the same stick as Selena Gomez
Bitch it's a free car, we got no tags
Bitch I'm bilingual, my man George Lopez
Shot up his hood, my bitch wanna show ass
I shot the stick so much broke the pole mag
I got the stick on tuck on the moped
I got this bitch trying to fuck with her grown ass
Give me a 3 of the Tris and I'm on ass
Bitch named Karma she think she a [?]
Blood in the tub, twelve think it's a bomb bath
I mean bath bomb
I'ma walk down with that shit and I act calm
These niggas don't know shit I'ma drop bombs
Bitch nigga don't wanna link like dot com
Nigga I hang out the van like a soccer mom
Roll his body in a rug like it's Ramadan
After we get in a shootout it's quiet calm
You wanna be with Serve, you gotta serve a bomb
Bomb in the drac' got a cast you can sign my arm
Run in this house you get offed, set alarm
Go in the elevator, I'm the new Solange
Too much money buy my bitch a new salon
Shoot up the studio, now the producer harmed
Bitch how you serving you ain't never heard of me
Shot a nigga- (911, what's your emergency?)
Blood dried up, that shit lookin' burgundy
Hang out the window no cup on, no courtesy
Give me a 30 to sniff and a Glock it's a [?]
I robbed everybody bitch how you ain't heard of me
Niggas be Phineas, lookin' like Ferb to me
Hercules, switching my [?]
Verbally you try to step to a nigga, make murder scenes
10 on his head, this her BBL surgery
