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Lyrics

[Chorus: LAZER DIM 700] Straps in the motherfuckin' shed Red beam on your skull, that's a headshot ARP with a flashlight and a red dot Slidin' with a big G-lock, not a prop now Taxin' for bags of weed and shit Taxin' for lines, I'm on drank in this bitch Cross the boy out, he shouldn't have went for that shit Fuckboy don't know the rules inside the trench Two clips hold sixty .223s Mask up, pussy boy not my enemy Drop the blunt, somebody fuckin' up my bitch Double cup, this shit make my stomach twist Run up in our section, the gang gon' pop out Trespass on the lane, boy, and get popped out Got the best aim, it look lasered up Geeked up with the gang, young nigga posted up Straps out, rob for pounds Text my Sendit if you want the 'za Trackhawk bail off on these cops Pussy nigga tеllin', pussy nigga, why you talkin'? Nigga get popped, then wе take the mask off [Verse 1: LAZER DIM 700] Free my youngin, I got out that spot Blicks and .223s, everybody got a Glock Got my ARP from the back In the front yard, finna get a trench attacked Spin up your car if that bitch pitch black Even lil' gang can fuck rat hoes [Verse 2: 7fearsea] He ain't on shit, he just wavin' the pole 'Za havin' kick, blowin' smoke through my nose We shootin' clips like LouieKnows After the show, finna talk to these hoes Trap havin' B's, a whole lot of 'bows I'm sippin' green, I done caught a lil' cold Fake-ass shooter, he end up foldin' MP5, shoot the rapid blick Trap havin' P's, we come through and blitz Look at my 'fit, got me walkin' legit Pussy be on that cap, fuck nigga, just come outside Four niggas hop out clappin' blicks at the opps, shit like a round of applause I'm the last one shootin' my blick, treat this shit like Dame Time Free aimin' with the blick, ain't got no target, I'm just goin' wild Layin' on that drop, we ain't goin' nowhere, this shit might take a while Three-five for the fifty, back in school, catchin' plays in the stalls You know them Top Villains sittin' up in that cut blacked out, ain't makin' sounds Bullets flyin', bats flyin', nigga duckin', he don't know who around Only pop out himself, but when his crew get 'round, he go to warmin' up I gotta put some gloves on the next time, that ARP got to warmin' up Close my eyes, I'm seein' money signs, when I wake up, I'm startin' to chase 'em I let 'em come around, I ain't trippin' 'bout it, I already know that these niggas hatin' [Chorus: LAZER DIM 700] Straps in the motherfuckin' shed Red beam on your skull, that's a headshot ARP with a flashlight and a red dot Slidin' with a big G-lock, not a prop now Taxin' for bags of weed and shit Taxin' for lines, I'm on drank in this bitch Cross the boy out, he shouldn't have went for that shit Fuckboy don't know the rules inside the trench Two clips hold sixty .223s Mask up, pussy boy not my enemy Drop the blunt, somebody fuckin' up my bitch Double cup, this shit make my stomach twist Run up in our section, the gang gon' pop out Trespass on the lane, boy, and get popped out Got the best aim, it look lasered up Geeked up with the gang, young nigga posted up Straps out, rob for pounds Text my Sendit if you want the 'za Trackhawk bail off on these cops Pussy nigga tellin', pussy nigga, why you talkin'? Nigga get popped, then we take the mask off