lirik lagu lazer dim 700 & 7fearsea - 556
[chorus: lazer dim 700]
straps in the motherf~ckin’ shed
red beam on your skull, that’s a headshot
arp with a flashlight and a red dot
slidin’ with a big g~lock, not a prop now
taxin’ for bags of weed and sh~t
taxin’ for lines, i’m on drank in this b~tch
cross the boy out, he shouldn’t have went for that sh~t
f~ckboy don’t know the rules inside the trench
two clips hold sixty .223s
mask up, p~ssy boy not my enemy
drop the blunt, somebody f~ckin’ up my b~tch
double cup, this sh~t make my stomach twist
run up in our section, the gang gon’ pop out
trespass on the lane, boy, and get popped out
got the best aim, it look lasered up
geeked up with the gang, young n~gga posted up
straps out, rob for pounds
text my sendit if you want the ‘za
trackhawk bail off on these cops
p~ssy n~gga tеllin’, p~ssy n~gga, why you talkin’?
n~gga get popped, then wе take the mask off
[verse 1: lazer dim 700]
free my youngin, i got out that spot
bl!cks and .223s, everybody got a glock
got my arp from the back
in the front yard, finna get a trench attacked
spin up your car if that b~tch pitch black
even lil’ gang can f~ck rat hoes
[verse 2: 7fe~rs~a]
he ain’t on sh~t, he just wavin’ the pole
‘za havin’ kick, blowin’ smoke through my nose
we shootin’ clips like louieknows
after the show, finna talk to these hoes
trap havin’ b’s, a whole lot of ‘bows
i’m sippin’ green, i done caught a lil’ cold
fake~ass shooter, he end up foldin’
mp5, shoot the rapid bl!ck
trap havin’ p’s, we come through and blitz
look at my ‘fit, got me walkin’ legit
p~ssy be on that cap, f~ck n~gga, just come outside
four n~ggas hop out clappin’ bl!cks at the opps, sh~t like a round of applause
i’m the last one shootin’ my bl!ck, treat this sh~t like dame time
free aimin’ with the bl!ck, ain’t got no target, i’m just goin’ wild
layin’ on that drop, we ain’t goin’ nowhere, this sh~t might take a while
three~five for the fifty, back in school, catchin’ plays in the stalls
you know them top villains sittin’ up in that cut blacked out, ain’t makin’ sounds
bullets flyin’, bats flyin’, n~gga duckin’, he don’t know who around
only pop out himself, but when his crew get ’round, he go to warmin’ up
i gotta put some gloves on the next time, that arp got to warmin’ up
close my eyes, i’m seein’ money signs, when i wake up, i’m startin’ to chase ’em
i let ’em come around, i ain’t trippin’ ’bout it, i already know that these n~ggas hatin’
[chorus: lazer dim 700]
straps in the motherf~ckin’ shed
red beam on your skull, that’s a headshot
arp with a flashlight and a red dot
slidin’ with a big g~lock, not a prop now
taxin’ for bags of weed and sh~t
taxin’ for lines, i’m on drank in this b~tch
cross the boy out, he shouldn’t have went for that sh~t
f~ckboy don’t know the rules inside the trench
two clips hold sixty .223s
mask up, p~ssy boy not my enemy
drop the blunt, somebody f~ckin’ up my b~tch
double cup, this sh~t make my stomach twist
run up in our section, the gang gon’ pop out
trespass on the lane, boy, and get popped out
got the best aim, it look lasered up
geeked up with the gang, young n~gga posted up
straps out, rob for pounds
text my sendit if you want the ‘za
trackhawk bail off on these cops
p~ssy n~gga tellin’, p~ssy n~gga, why you talkin’?
n~gga get popped, then we take the mask off
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