Winchester Lyrics by LAZER DIM 700
(LazerMade’s got a beat, don’t get no—)
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
Fuck
Haha-haha-ha
Fuck, fuck, fuck
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 must 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 fucked 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 fuckin’ on thots
When I get Rolex, won’t look at my watch
Fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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
[Outro]
Fuck, fuck fuck