Lazer Dim 700 Jungle Fever
[Intro]
f..ck, f..ck, f..ck (Frrt, frrt, frrt)
[Chorus]
You ain't gotta text back, I don't really give a f..ck
Shoot my f..ckin' gun, I gave it a finger rub
Plug talkin' 'bout the pack just touched down
Me and my lil' buddy packin' the box when we pick 'em up
These niggas cap as f..ck, ready to find me one
You never ever seen no f..ckin' hunnid-round
Real gunman, jump out the Uber, we gun 'em down
ARP 5.56, we in the box with it
Cappin' 'bout the trap, but you never even seen this shit
Travel through the set 'cause we back to the hood and shit
Fifty-round drum poke out my hoodie
You ain't gotta text back, I don't rеally give a f..ck
Shoot my f..ckin' gun, I gave it a finger rub
Plug talkin' 'bout thе pack just touched down
Me and my lil' buddy packin' the box when we pick 'em up
These niggas cap as f..ck, ready to find me one
You never ever seen no f..ckin' hunnid-round
Real gunman, jump out the Uber, we gun 'em down
ARP 5.56, we in the box with it
Cappin' 'bout the trap, but you never even seen this shit
Travel through the set 'cause we back to the hood and shit
Fifty-round drum poke out my hoodie
[Verse]
Smokin' this shit, I got opps in my f..ckin' blunt
Lil' buddy actin' f..cked, take 'em on a f..ckin' hunt
At the wrong house, nigga knockin' on the other door
Shoot through yo' window, make everybody hit the floor
Smoke with my lil' pops, then I smoked with my kinfolk
Too many f..ckin' grams on the scale
I don't even take the banger out, these my practice guns
I already told you you got me f..cked
Turn up to my show [?]
Never seen lil' LAZER, they like, "Where he come from?"
Sittin' at the table, I'm at the table with my Glock pointin'
Kick down the door to the trap, you at gunpoint
Pull up on my partner, tell 'em, "Foe, hit one"
[Chorus]
You ain't gotta text back, I don't really give a f..ck
Shoot my f..ckin' gun, I gave it a finger rub
Plug talkin' 'bout the pack just touched down
Me and my lil' buddy packin' the box when we pick 'em up
These niggas cap as f..ck, ready to find me one
You never ever seen no f..ckin' hunnid-round
Real gunman, jump out the Uber, we gun 'em down
ARP 5.56, we in the box with it
Cappin' 'bout the trap, but you never even seen this shit
Travel through the set 'cause we back to the hood and shit
Fifty-round drum poke out my hoodie
You ain't gotta text back, I don't really give a f..ck
Shoot my f..ckin' gun, I gave it a finger rub
Plug talkin' 'bout the pack just touched down
Me and my lil' buddy packin' the box when we pick 'em up
These niggas cap as f..ck, ready to find me one
You never ever seen no f..ckin' hunnid-round
Real gunman, jump out the Uber, we gun 'em down
ARP 5.56, we in the box with it
Cappin' 'bout the trap, but you never even seen this shit
[Outro]
f..ck, f..ck
f..ck, f..ck, f..ck
