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VS Video (MV)




Performed By: LAZER DIM 700
Language: English
Length: 1:51
Written by: Devokeyous Hamilton




LAZER DIM 700 - VS Lyrics
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F*ck, f*ck, f*ck (Littfroy)
F*ck
You wanna-, I'm talkin' like, watch out, ayy, wa-, watch out

Any opp play 'round, they stamped, f*ck
Any opp play 'round they stomped
Took two lines of the drank, now I'm drunk
You was in the field back then now you aren't
Look at that time, my time has come
Watch out for the snakes, I'm watchin' my own
Ever since I popped, they think that I'm gone
Take down a lick, that lick be strong
I'll take one or two shots then I'm gone
Hold yo' head up, why you watchin' your phone
I know you cap, I just gave you the cap back
Act like you scared to hit a ho, I had clapped that
Mini Drac' and an ARP it got clap back
You ain't do that you just come up with cap rap
I'm in New York, I hang my head out the black truck
Throw the drip on in the store 'fore I buy it
Bitch, I'ma sit in the back I won't drive
Come to my tour, you could come see me live
Any time 12 push up, push up with vibes
Already know what you workin'
That Za', that shit look earthy
My autograph ain't even cursive
Lil' twin havin' bowls of turkeys
Already did it, ain't even rehearse it
Come to yo' city, we linkin' in person
You ain't freestyle, you just stack up on verses
Shit ain't a game, you ain't tryna' versus
Too many guns but ain't shit Nerfin'
Shooter did a lick, but I thought it was worth it
Take a nigga down when I feel like I'm worthless
I'm the one outside, ain't see a person
When I get some fine shit you know I'ma be scherchin'
She say I act like a whole 'nother person
Lick on li' gang, nah, he better be workin'
Hoes outside, all the eaters be lurkin'
Turn the beat on, it gotta be blast
This ain't no Za', this gotta be swag
Run you off the road, you gon' ride through the grass
This ain't my face, I hide behind a mask
Night time cookie, we ride through, geeked up
Hop out the back seat, I can't let my seat up
Hit up my management if you want you a feature
Lil' twin play sports, we lit in the bleachers
Ain't even gonna' cap, you can't even reach me
Spend too much money to wear the T-Shirt one time
Stand around blicked up, everybody gunned down
Chucky live over here, we always have fun time
Heard a nigga bitch want me through the grapevine
Hit a ho from the back, that hoe put her face down
Lil' twin been watching your spot, this day nine
Why you feel like I'm a regular artist?

F*ck, f*ck
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F*ck, f*ck, f*ck (Littfroy)
F*ck
You wanna-, I'm talkin' like, watch out, ayy, wa-, watch out

Any opp play 'round, they stamped, f*ck
Any opp play 'round they stomped
Took two lines of the drank, now I'm drunk
You was in the field back then now you aren't
Look at that time, my time has come
Watch out for the snakes, I'm watchin' my own
Ever since I popped, they think that I'm gone
Take down a lick, that lick be strong
I'll take one or two shots then I'm gone
Hold yo' head up, why you watchin' your phone
I know you cap, I just gave you the cap back
Act like you scared to hit a ho, I had clapped that
Mini Drac' and an ARP it got clap back
You ain't do that you just come up with cap rap
I'm in New York, I hang my head out the black truck
Throw the drip on in the store 'fore I buy it
Bitch, I'ma sit in the back I won't drive
Come to my tour, you could come see me live
Any time 12 push up, push up with vibes
Already know what you workin'
That Za', that shit look earthy
My autograph ain't even cursive
Lil' twin havin' bowls of turkeys
Already did it, ain't even rehearse it
Come to yo' city, we linkin' in person
You ain't freestyle, you just stack up on verses
Shit ain't a game, you ain't tryna' versus
Too many guns but ain't shit Nerfin'
Shooter did a lick, but I thought it was worth it
Take a nigga down when I feel like I'm worthless
I'm the one outside, ain't see a person
When I get some fine shit you know I'ma be scherchin'
She say I act like a whole 'nother person
Lick on li' gang, nah, he better be workin'
Hoes outside, all the eaters be lurkin'
Turn the beat on, it gotta be blast
This ain't no Za', this gotta be swag
Run you off the road, you gon' ride through the grass
This ain't my face, I hide behind a mask
Night time cookie, we ride through, geeked up
Hop out the back seat, I can't let my seat up
Hit up my management if you want you a feature
Lil' twin play sports, we lit in the bleachers
Ain't even gonna' cap, you can't even reach me
Spend too much money to wear the T-Shirt one time
Stand around blicked up, everybody gunned down
Chucky live over here, we always have fun time
Heard a nigga bitch want me through the grapevine
Hit a ho from the back, that hoe put her face down
Lil' twin been watching your spot, this day nine
Why you feel like I'm a regular artist?

F*ck, f*ck
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Writer: Devokeyous Hamilton
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