Lyrics spawn - LAZER DIM 700

Fuck, fuck, fuck
Acha, acha, acha

Pushed up, thought y'all had it lined
Y'all ain't having none when I tear down
Thought I was gon' lose my mind
Thought I was gon' be geek, having two guns
I got extra guns, having extras
I be dripping, I'm talkin' 'bout fucking dripping
Ranch dressing

If you see me
You send fake shots, we then get the message
Fuck

When I first tear down and Glock in my book bag
Know he easy to finesse, he a douche bag
Nigga bite all my drip, copy the new swag
Too many hoes at the spot we can't do that

Too many hoes at the spot we gotta do that
If we find out nigga cop, beat him blue black
Every time a hoe get fucked she get a new tatt
Fuck nigga told me gone buck, where your proof at?

Bitch ran out with my cup, bring my juice back
My twin don't think I got luck the way I shoot that
Real I ain't catch a bullseye
Different drugs, nigga get too geek

Then my favorite gun it be undefeated
Having hella fun, drip on my feet
Nigga give me something flipped in a week
Fine shit, lipstick on my cheek
Nigga wanna trade script for his heat
You already paid, you done skimped for your weed

Racks and glocks that's all that I need
Still on the block, nobody don't leave
No safe on tglock and it got quick squeeze
We rollin' up za, probably got the best weed
The twang got it hot and everybody gotta leave

I ain't sick of getting money, I got a disease
Real trees dripping, jump out the tree
Nigga think he know me, run off with P
Pull up to a show, they pull out my sleeve
Did my first cut today

Did my first cut today
Different roads but I know where you stay
All that drankt bad, have a delay
I don't trap but I'm serving today
Tryna get high but I'm not tryna pay
These niggas pie just pull out my plate
On the sidewalk but I work, gon' get on
On the sidewalk but I work, get on

Ran up racks, put drip on
Lil'gang on track, I'll flip phone
And the joint got me split like melatonin
I weren't even tryna fuck, tryna kill the fade
Twang catch him on the alley tryna run away
I can't stick around the truck, I got another plate
I gotta dump my gun and make another day
Niggas spooked to speak up what that boy say?

I went down and came up with my parley
I'ma shoot my Glock gon' run out
I'ma shoot my armor gon' run out
Tell the truth your armor gon' sit down
Alley oop, my partner gon' grand slam
12 spooked, I'ma move my hand round

I'ma truth know them troops ain't with me
Drugged out, I be more drugged than broken pipes
Trucked out dot she think she know what I like
High fuck I be smoking on kite
Red dot, you still shootin' in the sky
Pill popper that boy think he wanna fight
Nine inch stick, it got a sight
Peer pressure to do them drugs, they might

Everybody scrubbed up they died
Calitoy when they put shot, I turn white
Miller twin, we might bust the grand fight
Fuck

Fuck, fuck, fuck
Acha, acha, acha