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MAYHEM

Album cover art for "MAYHEM" by LAZER DIM 700

LAZER DIM 700 - Rap, Atlanta Rap

MAYHEM

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September 19, 2025.

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[Intro] Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Fuck up [Chorus] I'm on the train The bitch went from Brooklyn, Jamaica, Queens Pop out with clip, that bitch long like a limousine Slap your ass out with that gun, now you twitchin' shit Promethazine, I'm a real big fan of it Not drinkin' lean, I don't consider Tris Put my fuckin' beam, electrocute some shit Two sets of keys to the striker whip Block havin' fiends standin' out late Check my bookbag, havin' nothin' but some pape' Smoke with the gang, gotta burn down the USA Get out with Glock, shoot that bitch at a country place Take a bankroll, now I'm back to that main street Jump the gang out, you weren't here, I'd take a leap Hell in a Cell on my block, WWE Shut your ass down with this fire, you can't run from me [Verse] Too much on my jacket, I can't even pack it Runnin' through the trenches, I'm runnin' with a ratchet Packs touch down, they wrapped up in plastic Seven-inch ARP inside that cabinet Takin' too long in the trap, what the fuck you want? Who keep textin' to her phone, what the fuck she on? Put the Glock up to your dome, shoot the chromosome Try to break inside the trap, now I'm home alone Soon as I put shots in her spot, blow the candles out Crumble, had strain in my hair, we gon' gun him down I have 'em stand on my block, know who run the town Check the back, check everything 'fore we leavin' out I put lil' twin on the 'net, I can't leave him out All the way, get to the trunk, gotta head around Fishin' for a big fish, throw my fishin' rod out Niggas on fuck shit, ran your lil' squad down [Chorus] I'm on the train The bitch went from Brooklyn, Jamaica, Queens Pop out with clip, that bitch long like a limousine Slap your ass out with that gun, now you twitchin' shit Promethazine, I'm a real big fan of it Not drinkin' lean, I don't consider Tris Put my fuckin' beam, electrocute some shit Two sets of keys to the striker whip Block havin' fiends standin' out late Check my bookbag, havin' nothin' but some pape' Smoke with the gang, gotta burn down the USA Get out with Glock, shoot that bitch at a country place Take a bankroll, now I'm back to that main street Jump the gang out, you weren't here, I'd take a leap Hell in a Cell on my block, WWE Shut your ass down with this fire, you can't run from me [Outro] Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Fuck, fuck

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Credits

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  • LAZER DIM 700
  • Dowin