Lazer Dim 700 100 Rounds Lyrics

[Intro]
Yah, yah, yah
f*ck goin' on?

[Chorus]
Me and gang, gang get inside that bitch with a hundred rounds
p*ssy boy wanna take this shit for a joke, lil' bitch, I ain't playin' round
Stick can't fit inside my hoodie, fake weed everywhere I go, shit trippin'
No shirt, I got on tats, I'm buckin'
Bitch catch eye contact, I'm f*ckin'
f*ckboy play, we gon' lick in the cut with him
Get caught out of bound with the opp, you stuck with him
Green ass nigga spend racks, get your buck bigger
Nigga get popped, he don't know what the f*ck hit him
Servin' out the zip for a nigga, no drug dealer
Whip out the blick or a Glock on these f*ck niggas
7.62, 5.56, .223, better take that shit off 'cause I'm shooting at your ski

[Verse 1]
I've been poppin' shit, now a nigga rappin' like me
Me and my partner put a ho out, that ho then wanna leave
Yeah, 12 on f*ck shit, free GB (Scrap)
This on lil' ganger, the bro just get smacked
f*ck nigga ho, why they actin' like that?
I gotta hold the stick harder to jump out
p*ssy boy won't play they parts, so they cropped out
I brought my straps and they been havin' arsenal
Nigga gon' shoot like an archer, [I'm nice with you][?]
Better keep doin' what you doin', you won't probably fool
Up fye, p*ssy niggas sprint, they runnin'
f*ck nigga wearin' too much jewelry, no [?]
Run inside this shit, man, nigga [Hot Pocket][?] Open up the bitch, put a hotbox in it
Popped the f*ckin' lock, I'm a real locksmith

[Chorus]
Me and gang, gang get inside that bitch with a hundred rounds
p*ssy boy wanna take this shit for a joke, lil' bitch, I ain't playin' around
Stick can't fit inside my hoodie, fake weed everywhere I go, shit trippin'
No shirt, I got on tats, I'm buckin'
Bitch catch eye contact, I'm f*ckin'
f*ckboy play, we gon' lick in the cut with him
Get caught out of bound with the opp, you stuck with him
Green ass nigga spend racks, get your buck bigger
Nigga get popped, he don't know what the f*ck hit him
Servin' out the zip for a nigga, no drug dealer
Whip out the blick or a Glock on these f*ck niggas
7.62, 5.56, .223, better take that shit off 'cause I'm shooting at your ski

[Verse 2]
Got these f*ck niggas blinded, they been movin' like me
Nigga boot up on cup, nigga boot up on weed [?]
I be for one quick to jump on that V
Lil' bruh on that X, lil' bruh poppin' no P
Kick in yo' trap, take your pills and weed
I take yo' ass off and [I post it on me][?]
Pop that boy, then started a whole new killstreak
Quick reload on my Glock, I got quick reload
Take your ass with a shortcut down a dark road
Everybody blacked out, drip like charcoal
Kill that ho opp, we don't f*ck with no Narcos
I have a [Glock][?] and a Gen, havin' arsenal