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[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

[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