lirik lagu lazer dim 700 - 1030
[intro]
(it’s mwk on this sh~t)
f~ck, f~ck
f~ck, f~ck, f~ck
[chorus]
roll up another one, i need me another one
these b~tches goin’, gon’ let my lil’ brother hit
every time i’m scorin’, you know when i up this b~tch
poppin’ out late, poppin’ sh~t
run a n~gga pockets, see what he got
forty dollars for a patek, ice it out
different kind of drugs, any b~tch you can buy
lil’ twin waitin’ on me to drop “super why”
hundred~round drum, this b~tch go, “frrt, frrt,” you shot
speakers in the trunk, blow these b~tches out
stand in front the crowd, rap into the mic
all these hoes got a chance, they ain’t gotta fight
rubber bands on my racks, keep it tight
get out the v, this a motherf~ckin’ striker
two scopes mounted on the top of my rifle
[verse]
that n~gga ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh~t, f~ck you talkin’ ’bout?
beat down the motherf~ckin’ block, get trapped out
lil’ twin walk in party and spot a opp out
lil’ lazer the hardest, the prices done went up
let down that window, you see the smoke come out black truck
whip out this sh~t on crowd, make ’em back up
all these f~ckin’ times i’m travelin’ too
i got racks with me, jump out a plane
havin’ motion, ho gon’ f~ck on the gang
the smoke up, it’s in the sky
i’m in a black truck, you can’t see my eye
i’m in a black truck, you can’t see my face
i trap this b~tch out for minimum wage
get out the mini store, 12 serve the plays
put down that f~ckin’ strap, you need a taser
these n~ggas hatin’, they ain’t beefin’ with lazer
b~tches ain’t wanna f~ck, see me on tv now
i get this shake off too, i can’t leave it out
get the pack off, then i’m back to the f~ckin’ spot
how the f~ck n~gga get jammed with a switch on glock?
come out the woods like a animal, make no sound
all they eyes rollin’ whenever if i pop out
get on the stage, then i pipe this b~tch up
dripped the f~ck out anywhere that i go
n~gga get popped, turn his shirt to red, huh
come on my block, you gon’ see nothin’ but horror (horror), uh
[chorus]
roll up another one, i need me another one
these b~tches goin’, gon’ let my lil’ brother hit
every time i’m scorin’, you know when i up this b~tch
poppin’ out late, poppin’ sh~t
run a n~gga pockets, see what he got
forty dollars for a patek, ice it out
different kind of drugs, any b~tch you can buy
lil’ twin waitin’ on me to drop “super why”
hundred~round drum, this b~tch go, “frrt, frrt,” you shot
speakers in the trunk, blow these b~tches out
stand in front the crowd, rap into the mic
all these hoes got a chance, they ain’t gotta fight
rubber bands on my racks, keep it tight
get out the v, this a motherf~ckin’ striker
two scopes mounted on the top of my rifle
[outro]
f~ck, f~ck, f~ck
f~ck
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