Lazer Dim 700 Mario Coins
[Intro]
Yah, yah, yah
Fuck goin' on
[Chorus]
I got this stick in my other hand
I cock this shit wit' my other hand
Too many racks, this shit can't fit the rubber band
Told the hoe let me come f..ck, bring my brothers in
I got dog shit on the lick, got lil' buddy wit' me
Bucked for a drum now I got me another 50
Thought we was tradin' now I got me another glizzy
Stick gon' hit hard when I swing, gotta tuggle wit' it
Bitch you ain't gang, you opp'd out on that other shit
Switched for the fame, you ain't chasin' no f..ckin' racks
50 round drum, nigga run like a running back
Diss on the gang you gettin' popped, you ain't comin' back
[Verse 1]
100 round drum, bitch I look like the boogey-man
Break in yo' spot wit' some gloves, leave no fingerprint
I put my finger on the trig', I be fingerin'
Shoot off his head, what thе f..ck is he thinkin' wit'?
Shoot at yo' gang, give a f..ck who you clickin' wit'
I got a beam and a flashlight as big as my stick
Pull up to thе spot, whole gang on f..ck shit
When I shoot the Drac it's gon' sound like a buckshot
2019, how they find a nigga mugshot?
Niggas ain't gang, swear these f..ck niggas opp'd out
These niggas hoes, I'ma spin 'em in they crop top
Clutchin' on ya' phone, boy you know you ain't got Glock
[Chorus]
I got this stick in my other hand
I cock this shit wit' my other hand
Too many racks, this shit can't fit the rubber band
Told the hoe let me come f..ck, bring my brothers in
I got dog shit on the lick, got lil' buddy wit' me
Bucked for a drum now I got me another 50
Thought we was tradin' now I got me another glizzy
Stick gon' hit hard when I swing, gotta tuggle wit' it
Bitch you ain't gang, you opp'd out on that other shit
Switched for the fame, you ain't chasin' no f..ckin' racks
50 round drum, nigga run like a running back
Diss on the gang you gettin' popped, you ain't comin' back
[Verse 2]
Nigga got fye but they never go spin with that
If I'm havin' fye bitch you know I get lit wit' it
Jumped out the house with that stick in my bookbag
Hit him cross the head with the fye, he get whiplash
Put it on the scale 'cause a zip don't look like that
We gon' up first, we don't never get back
Too many sticks in the big black Cadillac
Gang on the other side, 10-4 roger that
Booked for a show I rock out like a rockin' chair
These f..ck niggas washed up, nigga losin' hair
I got the stick at the show, brought a stick in it
These f..ck niggas got personal blick in it
[Chorus]
I got this stick in my other hand
I cock this shit wit' my other hand
Too many racks, this shit can't fit the rubber band
Told the hoe let me come f..ck, bring my brothers in
I got dog shit on the lick, got lil' buddy wit' me
Bucked for a drum now I got me another 50
Thought we was tradin' now I got me another glizzy
Stick gon' hit hard when I swing, gotta tuggle wit' it
Bitch you ain't gang, you opp'd out on that other shit
Switched for the fame, you ain't chasin' no f..ckin' racks
50 round drum, nigga run like a running back
Diss on the gang you gettin' popped, you ain't comin' back
[Outro]
Yah, yah, f..ck goin' on
