Treacherous Songtext
von LAZER DIM 700
Treacherous Songtext
You wanna play rough? Okay
(Guapp, nigga)
Say hello to my little friend!
Nigga got took down trying to be ′bout it
Nigga, knew you wouldn't last in the trench
Fuck I got hands for? Everything I take, Lil′ Lazer ain't asking for shit
Fucked up, upped the fire and you missed
Fast stepper, scratch that boy off the list
57 Joker, I strike with my blick
You better offer it to me I ain't asking for shit
I′m a run and dumper, I can′t fuck with no switch
Get out the V, you get put in a ditch
Fast Gang stepping, we finna' be rich
Come out of nowhere and just make you a diss
Come out of nowhere, I′m using my stick
Scratch him off the list, forgot he exist
You ain't do that, all your stories be twist
Work on my targets in the field, I don′t miss
Long live June, I still reminisce
CVS, pick you a pill in this bitch
Hot box, we got wheels in this bitch
If you ain't ready to catch you a kill, you a bitch
Zaza blunts, havin′ smoke session
Threaten to take down the plug, now he blessing
You spooked in the dead end, and you know this shit reckless
You wearing your jewelry? You wearing your necklace?
Celebrate when I hit licks, I'm flexing
In and out on licks, 12 ain't even catchin′ shit
Who the fuck said we ain′t wreckin' shit?
Fuck, fuck (Guapp, nigga)
Didn′t leave with Lil' Lazer ′cause these niggas be scary
56 Joker leave shit Bloody Mary
Hit me a lick, now I'm sliding through Perry
Blick in my hand, better not try me, I dare you
You got a fire, how these fuck niggas scare you?
Can′t even peep me 'cause the window was tinted
Better not let me hold it, better not let me rent it
Fast Gang having shots out
We the ones that got the block hot
Start the lick 'cause you be talking a lot
If you get caught then we popping you out
Jugg some shit, why you capping a lot?
He ain′t even mean to steal, he ready to sell it
Smoke too much za, I be needing me a beverage
Blick in my pants, it right by my belly
Boy, you a bitch, you ready to go tell it
Brand new 43x, can′t sell it
Better watch your back 'cause this shit get treacherous
Tatted my body, my artists be sketching shit
Fast Gang up on opps, it′s a deficit
FaceTime fine shit, I ain't with that texting shit
Come to my hood, nigga, really get next to me
Fill up my clips, let the mag get the best of me
Send me the Cash App, I′ll give you the recipe
Take that boy down cause he always be flexing P's
Fuck, fuck
You got a burner, keep it in your face
All these drugs, I can′t speed up my pace
First day in the hood, your blunt gettin' laced
Gen5 black, it be matching my race
Skinnies fitted, it look like I skate
Baby Gen5, help me eat up the plate
(Guapp, nigga)
Say hello to my little friend!
Nigga got took down trying to be ′bout it
Nigga, knew you wouldn't last in the trench
Fuck I got hands for? Everything I take, Lil′ Lazer ain't asking for shit
Fucked up, upped the fire and you missed
Fast stepper, scratch that boy off the list
57 Joker, I strike with my blick
You better offer it to me I ain't asking for shit
I′m a run and dumper, I can′t fuck with no switch
Get out the V, you get put in a ditch
Fast Gang stepping, we finna' be rich
Come out of nowhere and just make you a diss
Come out of nowhere, I′m using my stick
Scratch him off the list, forgot he exist
You ain't do that, all your stories be twist
Work on my targets in the field, I don′t miss
Long live June, I still reminisce
CVS, pick you a pill in this bitch
Hot box, we got wheels in this bitch
If you ain't ready to catch you a kill, you a bitch
Zaza blunts, havin′ smoke session
Threaten to take down the plug, now he blessing
You spooked in the dead end, and you know this shit reckless
You wearing your jewelry? You wearing your necklace?
Celebrate when I hit licks, I'm flexing
In and out on licks, 12 ain't even catchin′ shit
Who the fuck said we ain′t wreckin' shit?
Fuck, fuck (Guapp, nigga)
Didn′t leave with Lil' Lazer ′cause these niggas be scary
56 Joker leave shit Bloody Mary
Hit me a lick, now I'm sliding through Perry
Blick in my hand, better not try me, I dare you
You got a fire, how these fuck niggas scare you?
Can′t even peep me 'cause the window was tinted
Better not let me hold it, better not let me rent it
Fast Gang having shots out
We the ones that got the block hot
Start the lick 'cause you be talking a lot
If you get caught then we popping you out
Jugg some shit, why you capping a lot?
He ain′t even mean to steal, he ready to sell it
Smoke too much za, I be needing me a beverage
Blick in my pants, it right by my belly
Boy, you a bitch, you ready to go tell it
Brand new 43x, can′t sell it
Better watch your back 'cause this shit get treacherous
Tatted my body, my artists be sketching shit
Fast Gang up on opps, it′s a deficit
FaceTime fine shit, I ain't with that texting shit
Come to my hood, nigga, really get next to me
Fill up my clips, let the mag get the best of me
Send me the Cash App, I′ll give you the recipe
Take that boy down cause he always be flexing P's
Fuck, fuck
You got a burner, keep it in your face
All these drugs, I can′t speed up my pace
First day in the hood, your blunt gettin' laced
Gen5 black, it be matching my race
Skinnies fitted, it look like I skate
Baby Gen5, help me eat up the plate
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