lazer dim 700 – xtras lyrics
[intro]
f+ck, f+ck, f+ck
ayy, watch out, watch out
i gotta+, nah, i gotta turn these headphones all the way up
i just, i just need
they to hear me a lil’ bit
[verse]
y’all don’t even have no ‘za
y’all don’t even have no ‘za
i just walked up with a shredder
everybody told me they ready
take my shirt off like tupac
throw it like makaveli
i just be askin’ they ready
you can just ask if they ready
drive her car to a play
that’s only if she let me
put these extras with this backend, i just f+ckin’ spread it
put these extras with this backend, i just f+ckin’ spread it
you think i ain’t tryna get out?
you think i wanna stay in the trench?
i shoot my shot with a step+back
you just be sititn’ on the bench
everybody chargin’, we need a hundred percent, everybody chargin’
ain’t about n0body, everybody see a lil’ fit, you get spinned regardless
you a lil’ barbie, you ain’t listen to your momma, you listen to your sergeant
this a lil’ f, this a lil f for the fully, not for ferrari
i just stunt that push up, took up the kick back, might f+ck up the party
fun time, ain’t n0body claim these guns like the [?]
i swear to god, i swear the folks on the highway can’t f+ckin’ drive
you touch one of us and everybody sting just like a beehive
b+tch, i’m up now, bet not try to charge me, let me inside
auto drive, it’s k5 when i f+ckin’ slide
phew+phew, all these fine sh+t thought i wouldn’t be sh+t
ha+ha, all these fine sh+t thought i wouldn’t be sh+t
she wanna link, now she can’t see me, just like the solar eclipse
i got a gun, they got a gun, we havin’ too many fires
they a got a glock in the dashboard, come out with that, that’s a bonus prize
you ain’t shoot no bullseye when you shot, you know that right?
you ain’t shoot no bullseye when you shot, you know that right?
i’m just blowin’, blunt like a bong, zaza keep me goin’
think i’m a text your phone about the situation? that’s a false alarm
i got t+rex bears, but this lil’ bear as long as my arm
i just look like a black dude, that’s my uniform
but besides, i’m geeked up, i can’t f+ckin’ drive
i touched down in your city, where the f+ckin’ vibes?
is you with me? is you f+ckin’ with me? you f+ckin wiggin’?
thermal sights in my amazon scope, got night vision
i be trippin’, i be loud, i got loud with me
let the whole gang in the hood, i coulda brought the crowd with me
phew, soon as you send it, just send the receipt
real trench boy, eat the plate off the leaf
thought you was textin’ the plug, that’s me
tryna stay out the trench, tryna cheat
hit you with gun, exotic disease
you sad ’cause you ain’t even got no perc’
you sad ’cause you ain’t even got no pill
better have the address, i’ll visit the low
the police be over here, i go slow
personal ‘za, get the zip ‘cross the road
i ain’t got one, i’m switchin’ my hoe
ain’t no free promo, you paid me for those
talked to a ghost, had to f+ck up my clothes
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