BLACK OPS II LAZER DIM 700

[Intro]
(Littfroy)
Fuck, fuck, fuck (staxkk)
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out

[Verse]
You cap, you act like you don't see this shit on me
Who the fuck that, I ain't even peep your big homie
You ain't practice for a week, you get ate by opponent
Racks wouldn't even fit, why would I keep that shit on me
I gotta take these guns back to the Glock house
Drac' in the Sprayground, easy to equip
Pillow talk to the ho, now you owe me three zips
I get one clue, now I feel like you playing with me
Told lil' twin to trap, now he keep him a strain or three
Want all that fussin', you done used up your energy
Told fine shit, "That shit hittin'", she a fan of me
Already knowin', why you feel like you gettin' over
Hit the whip sidеways, this bitch damn near tipped over
Rеally tryna wig, tryna make this bitch flip over
Lil twin can hit, he feel like he Balboa
Lost in the sauce, these nigga here Beethoven
Her bed got space, told my fine shit to get over
I need some space, this stick like to free aim
Old heads always talkin', they call it free game
Pills, weed and drank so there three thing
How the hell you trap and you ain't got no change
Ash some shit out, now his folks wanna explain
Watch what I drank, I ain't throwin' back anything
Put on this drip, I can make drip anything
Know I'm havin' [?], so I keep .223 blicks with me
Nigga look up, nigga always try look down
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