Lazer Dim 700 Maniac Lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck (mp5)
MP5 (Brr)
MP5

[Verse]
Fear in the young nigga body, he spooked
I just went shoppin', I got money shoot (Brr)
This bitch get talkin', they know I don't wanna f*ck
They chat, no bap, so you know we gotta scratch it up (Brr)
Twat in my gang, but you know I got backup work
Break in your house, 'fore I leave, shoot your fish aquarium
I start to shoot, my lil' play, he keep pushin' up
Nigga really put this shit out, I don't need a stylist
Had a nigga take it to the lick, we uppin' on the driver
Havin' blue faces, nigga, can't fit this in they pocket (Brr, brr)
Nigga talkin' cash shit, she like the taste out her mouth (Brr)
Run into a drunk bitch, she on her eighth round (Brr)
I feel like shopliftin' today, I'm finna steal somethin'
Treat the bitch whip like a stolo, drive the wheels off
I ain't stand 'round, make the play, then I peel off (Brr)
Didn't really crash, it breakin' my eardrums
Shoot a hundred rounds, at the end, I can't hear nothin'
Nigga, give a f*ck what you did, you don't fear nothin'
Trouble with the packs, on the highway, got the semi-truck
Know I'm finna take it when I ask him, "Where you get it from?" (Brr, brr)
We don't need shit, after ride, we gon' take the car (Brr)
Where the za? I don't see nothin' but roaches (Brr)
On the yacht, I had the ho goin'
Took off my chain, put on black, that my other skin
This ain't that fire that you think, this that other one
Back on that bitch, I had to roll up another 'Wood Fearin' they 'bout it, they watchin' my brotherhood
Gang got high tolerance, they lookin' for other smoke
Checkin' his coat, his coat got secret pockets
Get up out of dope, pull a arm robbery
Niggas tellin' jokes, p*ssy nigga clownin'
Jump off top rope like I'm Jeff Hardy
I can't even go, if I come, keep my strap with me
p*ssy nigga hackin' my shit, know that boy a geek
Teach a nigga how to run from sounds from a ARP
High as f*ck, now they got caught with a scale
12 jammed me, took my fire, they keep shells
Shoot you once, shit, I'll wipe ass off for real
Nigga hatin' in my comments, LOL
Trap bordered up, but you can't tell (Brr, brr)
Jumped up off the porch, but the p*ssy fell
Pull up, open mailbox, check your mail (Brr)
Trash bag over tag, can't see shit (Brr)
Gotta leave it 'lone, I be high as shit
Put my f*ckin' chains on, now I can't see (Brr, brr)
We ain't make a fast thing, only got six (Brr, brr)
Niggas see another gunfight, got my fire
Pack it, you gon' sell under that guy
.40 cal big as f*ck, Pennsylvania lightest touch
Be wise 'fore I hit, I'm eatin' steak, so I'm gainin' muscle
Nigga, your side slime you out, how the tables turn
Every time a nigga tryna drop, we gon' burn it down
Niggas slide one time, I think he understand it now
"How you knew the pack was over here?" Nigga, word of mouth (Brr)
[Outro]
Brr, brr
Ayy, watch out