Lazer Dim 700 1673 Lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck going on

[Verse]
Show you how violent this shit get in the trench
Serve with Three Fives I walk off in this bitch
I be drippin' and shit now my partner gon' drip
We gon' run up on 'em, creep on 'em with a mask
Take this too far for the gang they might need me
Roll a Backwood this shit throwin'
[?] Grenades they bombin'
ARP take off his limb
Dislocate that boy shoulder, pull off his arm
Guns in my hood man it's armed robberies
We walkin' on dead bodies
I take these drugs and I turn to a zombie
No gambling in my hood you get booked for your money
Nigga shoot twin for that rat shit
Twin hit the pill we be gambling
Pick up the drugs I be stumbling
f*ck nigga think I be mumbling
f*ck nigga think I be tripping, I just be geeking
Who want smoke with the gang, that boy leave you deceased
I won't beef with my son, leave this shit in the streets
I got guns on my hands, fingerprints on my heat
Leave no witness, we do this shit neat
Check my collar, I'm in this bitch filled with freaks
Better have fire when you get on them feets
Flex my song we gon' [?] on "A Bando"
Pullup on my watch play hell [?]
I can't draw no [?] it's a lot of money
Nigga talking bullshit like he ate something funny
Dollar sign on my face fell in love with money Snapped his gun off his waist he ain't see it coming
I get busy and f*ck with these drugs inside me
Take these perc's to your head they gon' beat your body
Bitch got a big head like she [?]
Run up to the gang wrong time you sasquatchin'
Click my red dot on, put it on your nog
Ain't no drug flowin' around shit dry
Nigga f*ck what you got, they gon' take it out your pocket
Put the shit on I want, show off my profit
I'm used to clutching drums and extended clips
f*cking two ho's I be ending ho's friendship
f*ck boy don't come out, these f*ck niggas would've been in a clip
Run in the streets stealin' call it GTA shit
p*ssy won't slide for his gang get a six man
I don't trust a bitch if she say she got a best friend
p*ssy think his head is troll, teach that boy a lesson then
Bust a boy and pop him out with that fire pan
Telescope I'm talking here about some rubber bands
My b-roll won't stay I need some rubber bands
Nigga soft as f*ck mad at a tissue brand
Save everything I got big E-bag
Get the f*ck out my face why you acting mad
Got this gun up on my hip like a country dad
Caught down bad, treat you like punching bag
Got the mask, then I switch to another mask
Only gang shit we be on