LAZER DIM 700 - Winchester lyrics
LAZER DIM 700 [Devokeyous Keyshawn Hamilton] Cordele, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[LAZER DIM 700 - Winchester lyrics]
(LazerMade's got a beam, don't get near—)
F**k, f**k, f**k
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out f**k
Haha-haha-ha f**k, f**k, f**k
You cap, you got
You cap, you cap, you cap, get exposed
Your cap'll get exposed
Brought my stick with me, I'm on the bus
This bitch wrapped in some clothes
We ain't with the arguin’
We ain't tryna' fuss
We just clap at your clothes
The Za’ must be wig 'cause
He already passed it
Two mini's in the whip, I'm already smashin'
Make a pit stop, I forgot to put gas in
Too many fye'
They might thought I was lacking
Nigga get to shooting, they gon' say
"What's happening?"
You know I'm straight—got glizzy
I'm straight talk under yo' breath
I ain't hear what you say
Your vibe f**ked up, you pushed up
Throw the vibe off
It's in a pile, guns in a pile
Whatchu' gon' pick out the pile?
Nigga gon' tell the opp what he doing
Tell the opp what he got
Everybody touching some money, pull
Us a jugg', everybody f**kin' on thots
When I get Rolex, won't look at my watch
F**k with lil' gang, you'll never run out
At the wrong door
He don't know where to knock at
You buy a half more
We gon' bring you a za pack
Switching yo' plugs
You don't know where to shop at
Sit in the corner, he think he throwed off
Young nigga ready, I can tell him hold it off
What that is? What you having in your bag?
Clutching on me
That's gon' make me super mad
Yeen' on shit, why the f**k you got a mask?
Gun and shiesty
That's lil' twin starter pack
Hang up on fine shit, I tell her
"Holla' back"
Drank up my line, bitch where yo' line at?
I wanna link, tell her "Nevermind that"
Open the Backwood pack, I
Thought I had Backwood
I ain't even have shit there
Left all the drip, I ain't got shit to wear
Never had shit, I just slept in Marni slides
We got some room, tell lil' buddy get inside
Fifty feet, bitch you know I took a dive
Everybody bring a blunt, link at the beehive
Stolo whip in the hood, with three fye's
I hit jet ski, twelve won't catch me
Yeen' did shit, why you think you a veteran?
You think the blunt done
The smoke ain't gon' never end
Lil' twin with me
Why the f**k they ain't let him in?
I'ma see which opp gone push up to Neverland
Listen to yourself
I know you want a other one
I smell za, my stomach start bubbling
Too many guns, which one I'ma smuggle in?
Tryna look mad, you can't hide your emotion
I ain't have shit, now my racks is poking
F**k, f**k f**k
F**k, f**k, f**k
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out f**k
Haha-haha-ha f**k, f**k, f**k
You cap, you got
You cap, you cap, you cap, get exposed
Your cap'll get exposed
Brought my stick with me, I'm on the bus
This bitch wrapped in some clothes
We ain't with the arguin’
We ain't tryna' fuss
We just clap at your clothes
The Za’ must be wig 'cause
He already passed it
Two mini's in the whip, I'm already smashin'
Make a pit stop, I forgot to put gas in
Too many fye'
They might thought I was lacking
Nigga get to shooting, they gon' say
"What's happening?"
You know I'm straight—got glizzy
I'm straight talk under yo' breath
I ain't hear what you say
Your vibe f**ked up, you pushed up
Throw the vibe off
It's in a pile, guns in a pile
Whatchu' gon' pick out the pile?
Nigga gon' tell the opp what he doing
Tell the opp what he got
Everybody touching some money, pull
Us a jugg', everybody f**kin' on thots
When I get Rolex, won't look at my watch
F**k with lil' gang, you'll never run out
At the wrong door
He don't know where to knock at
You buy a half more
We gon' bring you a za pack
Switching yo' plugs
You don't know where to shop at
Sit in the corner, he think he throwed off
Young nigga ready, I can tell him hold it off
What that is? What you having in your bag?
Clutching on me
That's gon' make me super mad
Yeen' on shit, why the f**k you got a mask?
Gun and shiesty
That's lil' twin starter pack
Hang up on fine shit, I tell her
"Holla' back"
Drank up my line, bitch where yo' line at?
I wanna link, tell her "Nevermind that"
Open the Backwood pack, I
Thought I had Backwood
I ain't even have shit there
Left all the drip, I ain't got shit to wear
Never had shit, I just slept in Marni slides
We got some room, tell lil' buddy get inside
Fifty feet, bitch you know I took a dive
Everybody bring a blunt, link at the beehive
Stolo whip in the hood, with three fye's
I hit jet ski, twelve won't catch me
Yeen' did shit, why you think you a veteran?
You think the blunt done
The smoke ain't gon' never end
Lil' twin with me
Why the f**k they ain't let him in?
I'ma see which opp gone push up to Neverland
Listen to yourself
I know you want a other one
I smell za, my stomach start bubbling
Too many guns, which one I'ma smuggle in?
Tryna look mad, you can't hide your emotion
I ain't have shit, now my racks is poking
F**k, f**k f**k
