LAZER DIM 700 - Horseplaying lyrics
LAZER DIM 700 [Devokeyous Keyshawn Hamilton] Cordele, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[LAZER DIM 700 - Horseplaying lyrics]
F**k, f**k ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
I got lil' Go— I got
Lil' Goxan on this motherf**ker f**k, f**k
I ain't got no lighter
I light with the stove
Trap house old, the trap got mold
Struck for a burner, I think I got gold
Stuffed the racks inside my drip
It won't fold
Keep buying drip, I done f**ked up the load
Stick this bitch up
Get you slapped with that pole
Serve you some grams, I won't mix up no bowl
Off-White drip, spend some racks on my toes
Know you capped out
Said that cap for these hoes
Smoked too much 'za
Think it's bad for my soul
Rushed me in the spot
They attackin' my clothes
Pay off the J, he just scraped for the bros
Stack my lil' monyun
I can't wait to get froze
Dispute the BnB, thе pay man froze
Check out my drip, I got A-list clothes
Chеck out my drip, I got A-list clothes
Catch y'all boys out
I might aim for your nose
Come to my block like you can't get exposed
Smell the 'za
Ain't even gotta know what I chose
Let me find out you the one cuffin' the hoes
Let me find out you wan' cuffin' these hoes
Can't get your fire back, your gun got sold
Lil' twin throwed, he ain't got no goals
Three different kills
He got three different souls
Anywhere I go I'ma f**k, I got hoes
Stay on that opp side, you already chose
Stay on that opp block, you already chose
We pushin' up, we got the drop for some hoes
Kick down that door
I won't knock on no doors
Every day it ain't no drop, I got lo's
Stick hit your body
Leave stain on your clothes
Hit for some shit, I don't think nobody knows
Keep this shit silent
Don't switch up no code
Pop out somewhere else, I take me a stroll
Shoot your ass down
So you better not try to troll
Lil' twin walked down a grabba, he bold
Oldhead think he a savage, he old
Three-pointer range, my shooter done scored
Finna pop out, got this move for some hoes
Lost the whip once, I ain't lose it no more
Wore this shit once, I don't use it no more
Struck me in the dice, I ain't losin' no more
She told me she rich, I'm usin' that ho
Old-ass gun, you don't use it no more
You better not cap in your music no more
F**k, f**k f**k, f**k
I got lil' Go— I got
Lil' Goxan on this motherf**ker f**k, f**k
I ain't got no lighter
I light with the stove
Trap house old, the trap got mold
Struck for a burner, I think I got gold
Stuffed the racks inside my drip
It won't fold
Keep buying drip, I done f**ked up the load
Stick this bitch up
Get you slapped with that pole
Serve you some grams, I won't mix up no bowl
Off-White drip, spend some racks on my toes
Know you capped out
Said that cap for these hoes
Smoked too much 'za
Think it's bad for my soul
Rushed me in the spot
They attackin' my clothes
Pay off the J, he just scraped for the bros
Stack my lil' monyun
I can't wait to get froze
Dispute the BnB, thе pay man froze
Check out my drip, I got A-list clothes
Chеck out my drip, I got A-list clothes
Catch y'all boys out
I might aim for your nose
Come to my block like you can't get exposed
Smell the 'za
Ain't even gotta know what I chose
Let me find out you the one cuffin' the hoes
Let me find out you wan' cuffin' these hoes
Can't get your fire back, your gun got sold
Lil' twin throwed, he ain't got no goals
Three different kills
He got three different souls
Anywhere I go I'ma f**k, I got hoes
Stay on that opp side, you already chose
Stay on that opp block, you already chose
We pushin' up, we got the drop for some hoes
Kick down that door
I won't knock on no doors
Every day it ain't no drop, I got lo's
Stick hit your body
Leave stain on your clothes
Hit for some shit, I don't think nobody knows
Keep this shit silent
Don't switch up no code
Pop out somewhere else, I take me a stroll
Shoot your ass down
So you better not try to troll
Lil' twin walked down a grabba, he bold
Oldhead think he a savage, he old
Three-pointer range, my shooter done scored
Finna pop out, got this move for some hoes
Lost the whip once, I ain't lose it no more
Wore this shit once, I don't use it no more
Struck me in the dice, I ain't losin' no more
She told me she rich, I'm usin' that ho
Old-ass gun, you don't use it no more
You better not cap in your music no more
F**k, f**k f**k, f**k
