Lazer Dim 700 Middle Of Car Lyrics

[Intro]
MP5 (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
MP5 (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)

[Chorus]
Straps in the glove compartment, know we got this shit
.223, 5.56 in apartment
In the woods at the spot, know I'm campin' out
You ain't gettin' out with Glock, need to bring me that
Middle of the hood deadass where I'm poppin' out
You won't catch me down bad in the alleyway
Catch a play, my lil' partner gon' paddle play
Check your mailbox, see what your package say
[Verse 1]
Slap the flash, slap the camera out my face
Double cuppin', I just ran out of drank
Nigga up it, nigga blow out your brain
Niggas bite my drip, they never seen this shit
Whip out blick, nigga, Terminator shit
Headshot, turn your shiesty sideways
Jump out whip, nigga pop out, hit your brain
Lookin' for lil' Lazer, I'm probably with the gang

[Chorus]
Straps in the glove compartment, know we got this shit
.223, 5.56 in apartment
In the woods at thе spot, know I'm campin' out
You ain't gettin' out with Glock, need to bring me that
Middle of thе hood deadass where I'm poppin' out
You won't catch me down bad in the alleyway
Catch a play, my lil' partner gon' paddle play
Check your mailbox, see what your package say

[Verse 2]
Had a strap down, that bitch was a throwaway
Shoot the Drac', I ain't nothin' but f*ckin' flame
In and out that money store catchin' plays
Ten toes down anywhere I f*ckin' go
You can't check my bookbag, know this bitch have a torch
Trap twenty-four hour, you can place you a order
And my bitch was spooked, I had to take her in a stroller
Who the f*ck cut your hair? Nigga hair long like a bowl
[Chorus]
Straps in the glove compartment, know we got this shit
.223, 5.56 in apartment
In the woods at the spot, know I'm campin' out
You ain't gettin' out with Glock, need to bring me that Middle of the hood deadass where I'm poppin' out
You won't catch me down bad in the alleyway
Catch a play, my lil' partner gon' paddle play
Check your mailbox, see what your package say

[Verse 3]
Doin' damage whenever I whip out the Drac'
Nigga panic, he don't know what the f*ck to do
Walkin' with your head down, somebody gon' f*ck with you
Still takin' drugs, I ain't had enough of it
10 in my pocket, it got me lil' buffetry
You gon' get took down, you ain't livin' rough enough
Slide down with fire, now your face bound to puffin up
Drive the whole wheels off a whip, then I take it back
Nigga whipped out a za, he gotta give me eight for that
I ain't givin' shit for free, I gotta make my profit back
Lil' twin trappin' on the block, I ain't knockin' that
Where the f*ck my double cup at? I be losin' that
Cater whip, went and fit ten hoes, on some driver shit
Three chains on around a ho, I done blind a bitch
When a nigga talkin' 'bout the smoke, we demolish it
Count dead presidents, smoke Obama Runtz and shit
Nigga get the drop, drop the bomb in that bitch
Promethazine, we need to talk, I need a sponsorship
Packs in my bookbag, Glock by my underwear
p*ssy nigga frontin', look, doin' all that cap, look
Gotta fight my zaza back or I'm trippin'
Better not get caught with no straps in the trenches
[Chorus]
Straps in the glove compartment, know we got this shit
.223, 5.56 in apartment
In the woods at the spot, know I'm campin' out
You ain't gettin' out with Glock, need to bring me that
Middle of the hood deadass where I'm poppin' out
You won't catch me down bad in the alleyway
Catch a play, my lil' partner gon' paddle play
Check your mailbox, see what your package say

[Outro]
MP5 (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
MP5 (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)