LAZER DIM 700 - Sindable lyrics
LAZER DIM 700 [Devokeyous Keyshawn Hamilton] Cordele, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[LAZER DIM 700 - Sindable lyrics]
F**k, f**k, f**k ayy, watch out
I got lil' Gox— I got lil' Gox
I got lil' Goxan on this motherf**ker
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out, ayy
Watch out ayy, watch out
You can't even see me
I got on that black shit
I just up fire, aim, I'm like a Maverick
Nigga tryna X out lil' gang
I ain't havin' it
Put your zip in a Ziploc, we packagin'
'Za got some push, this shit be extravagant
'Fore I left spot
Got the blick off the mattress
Smoked the whole blunt, nah
I didn't even pass it
I ain't add no attachments
I left that bitch plastic do me a show
I ain't see nothin' but flashin'
Thought I was done with that 'za
But I'm back at it
Everybody step in my hood
We some jackrabbits
Come to the spot, this where everybody be at
We got the drop, where you f**k niggas be at?
Took down in NYC, I'm havin' drugs
Try to cross me out on that play
That's a dub nigga bumped down to your spot
Where you was?
Too many ammo, I can't even run out
Havin' control in that whip, I won't spun out
Gotta have blick in my hood
Keep your gun out
12 bumped down, made everybody run out
Got nothin' to do, I got up, got my feet in
You ain't a leader
These f**k niggas followin'
Shake shit first with the blick
I won't follow up black truck push
Where we at? They gon' call it up
Nigga think everybody spooked 'cause
He tall as f**k
Shit in my blick, hit your stummy
You ballin' up
Lil' twin turned to a baby, he crawlin' up
Went on that lick, I escape with your backend
Mini Uzi, MPA, this ain't no MAC-10
Skinny jeans
I don't need no play to put racks in
Fine shit link in LA, she got black friends
Travel back to the hood, I just did a show
Pull to the alleyway, I let the window low
Get in the mosh pit, they won't let me go
This ain't my jacket
These ain't even my clothes
Link with my fine shit, I park down the road
Put down that blick if you can't even control
Nigga tryna snake out the gang
Switch the code clear out the spot
We can't bring no more zips in
12 back then cross the street tryna study us
Afraid I'ma make it out
Feel like I lucked up
Went through a shortcut
I stepped in some mud
You thought it was that
But that's not what it was
Everybody trap at your spot if we get in
Too many guns in the whip, I got ten brands
Tryin' not to wig with that fire
It demolish you
Tryin' not to wig with that fire
It demolish you
Everybody lurk with they burners
They follow you run through the hood
That mean 12 gotta follow through
Loadout eat you up, loadout swallow you
This a new fire, a new blick, it is sindable
Sixty round on a stick, that shit roundable
Tap in with fine shit if
Fine shit got some push
Lil' twin throwed off, he sit in that bush
F**k, f**k, f**k
I got lil' Gox— I got lil' Gox
I got lil' Goxan on this motherf**ker
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out, ayy
Watch out ayy, watch out
You can't even see me
I got on that black shit
I just up fire, aim, I'm like a Maverick
Nigga tryna X out lil' gang
I ain't havin' it
Put your zip in a Ziploc, we packagin'
'Za got some push, this shit be extravagant
'Fore I left spot
Got the blick off the mattress
Smoked the whole blunt, nah
I didn't even pass it
I ain't add no attachments
I left that bitch plastic do me a show
I ain't see nothin' but flashin'
Thought I was done with that 'za
But I'm back at it
Everybody step in my hood
We some jackrabbits
Come to the spot, this where everybody be at
We got the drop, where you f**k niggas be at?
Took down in NYC, I'm havin' drugs
Try to cross me out on that play
That's a dub nigga bumped down to your spot
Where you was?
Too many ammo, I can't even run out
Havin' control in that whip, I won't spun out
Gotta have blick in my hood
Keep your gun out
12 bumped down, made everybody run out
Got nothin' to do, I got up, got my feet in
You ain't a leader
These f**k niggas followin'
Shake shit first with the blick
I won't follow up black truck push
Where we at? They gon' call it up
Nigga think everybody spooked 'cause
He tall as f**k
Shit in my blick, hit your stummy
You ballin' up
Lil' twin turned to a baby, he crawlin' up
Went on that lick, I escape with your backend
Mini Uzi, MPA, this ain't no MAC-10
Skinny jeans
I don't need no play to put racks in
Fine shit link in LA, she got black friends
Travel back to the hood, I just did a show
Pull to the alleyway, I let the window low
Get in the mosh pit, they won't let me go
This ain't my jacket
These ain't even my clothes
Link with my fine shit, I park down the road
Put down that blick if you can't even control
Nigga tryna snake out the gang
Switch the code clear out the spot
We can't bring no more zips in
12 back then cross the street tryna study us
Afraid I'ma make it out
Feel like I lucked up
Went through a shortcut
I stepped in some mud
You thought it was that
But that's not what it was
Everybody trap at your spot if we get in
Too many guns in the whip, I got ten brands
Tryin' not to wig with that fire
It demolish you
Tryin' not to wig with that fire
It demolish you
Everybody lurk with they burners
They follow you run through the hood
That mean 12 gotta follow through
Loadout eat you up, loadout swallow you
This a new fire, a new blick, it is sindable
Sixty round on a stick, that shit roundable
Tap in with fine shit if
Fine shit got some push
Lil' twin throwed off, he sit in that bush
F**k, f**k, f**k
