Lazer Dim 700 Protect Da Brand Lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck, f*ck
Try this shit, bet your head get left in your

[Verse]
Try this shit, bet your head get left in your lap
Promise to God, I don't fear no man
Rollin' up thunder, blunt filled with too scram
Hella-hella hoes, I don't f*ck on a fan
Posin' like hoes and they wearin' big pants
Get a f*ckin' troll and tap on his head
Dirty-ass drank, it's filled with these meds
Nigga don't eat, I see a skeleton
Tearin' up the street whenever I come through
You ain't gotta speak, just show 'em what you gon' do
Nigga pulled up a hundred deep, do nothin'
Whole 'nother city, I'm outside clutchin'
Bitch tat the gang on hеr head and her body
I was in Spain, I still had to f*ck somethin'
Trackhawk comin' through, sound likе a truck comin'
Talkin' 'bout the smoke, you know we don't duck that
It was a drought in the hood on these drugs
Faro wanna take me to that play, I got him a dub
Drip as f*ck like I got clothes out the tub
Gotta switch the Glock, it's gettin' old as f*ck
Play with this shit, you end up floored
Bitch light the candles up when she home
Pull out the plug on the plug, we gon' rob 'em
Four niggas hop out with shiesties and choppers
These lil' f*ck boys just typin' and cappin'
Ain't sip drank, all the drugs in the mattress
Cut a hole in the motherf*ckin' mattress
I stuff it inside the cabbage
In traffic, I'm slidin' with a bad bitch
Triggers tax, I ain't get my tax fixed
Outside on the porch late night Ándale, I get guap, it be pronto
I ain't flexin' my racks, think they got more
I don't know nothin' but stack and just buy drugs
You be spendin' your racks on these hoes
We done took that boy down, now he need pole
Red-tip hollow points in my clip
Pourin' drank inside the drank, it be ill
Cappin' boy, you got one, be for real
In the strip club, I ain't throwin', tryna f*ck
Can't sip the drank, my partner poured me up
Jetpack, backpack, I go up
Two packs of Backwoods in a hour
Make you look out your window, we the loudest
Poppin' shit, we still outside
Pull through this motherf*cker trippin', you wiggin'
Too many rounds and it shoot for three minutes
The ladder gone, we gon' scope out the place
I like saucin' too, that's my taste
And we gon' lay low, we earned the bread
f*ck niggas cap like they don't understand
Pay me to promote your brand
Roll up another blunt, I need another one
Went to school with a freak ho, she ain't change a bit
Different kind of extended clip, nigga can't even name the bitch
Scary-ass nigga pop out with a armored vest
Everything G-lock, I don't know what a Taurus is
That ain't your B, bro, probably only part of it
Ain't gon' serve you what you want, I give you some of it
Runnin' to the peso, I grabbed all of it
In a black truck just in case try to follow us
Pre-ordered drip, nigga, had to go pick it up
Drive slow through the hood, niggas flip the whip
[Outro]
f*ck
f*ck, f*ck