Lyrics Fredo Bang – Lazer Tag
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(Ooh, that’s a Hardbody beat…)
Woo, yeehaw, yeah
Pop me a Perc’, I’ma pop me a ten
Sip on some drank and I let it sit in
I’m not a fish but I got me a fin
Got me some new teeth so I kill with a grin
Dropped out of school then committed a sin
I was in court fighting four by a ten
You can be gang, but we can’t be friends
Catch you a body, I let you right in
Pull up on your block and leave smoke in the wind
If none of y’all die then we coming again
Wet up your block, call it a rinse
My dawg got a Honda but we spin a bend
Got shot on his feet and he died on his back
Murder for murder, we comin’ right back
He died on his block and you can’t get him back
Y’all killed my brother, bitch, that’s on your hat
I got some thoughts I can’t let out my dome
I know some stuff I can’t put in a song
I know some killers like, «Throw me a bone»
They tappin’ my line, can’t talk on the phone
We breakin’ it down and serve it whole
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, I’m in the ho
We get that grass like garden gnomes
I’m one of a kind, I need a clone
I’ma take a nigga life if he make me mad
Yeah, play and I’m droppin’ a bag
Yeah, we goin’ through him like the last
Call up Choppa, tell him put a nigga to the grass
Got me some new teeth so I kill with a grin
Dropped out of school then committed a sin
I was in court fighting four by a ten
You can be gang, but we can’t be friends
Catch you a body, I let you right in
Pull up on your block and leave smoke in the wind
If none of y’all die then we coming again
Wet up your block, call it a rinse
My dawg got a Honda but we spin a bend
Got shot on his feet and he died on his back
Murder for murder, we comin’ right back
He died on his block and you can’t get him back
Y’all killed my brother, bitch, that’s on your hat
I got some thoughts I can’t let out my dome
I know some stuff I can’t put in a song
I know some killers like, «Throw me a bone»
They tappin’ my line, can’t talk on the phone
We breakin’ it down and serve it whole
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, I’m in the ho
We get that grass like garden gnomes
I’m one of a kind, I need a clone
I’ma take a nigga life if he make me mad
Yeah, play and I’m droppin’ a bag
Yeah, we goin’ through him like the last
Call up Choppa, tell him put a nigga to the grass
I got them riches, I came from rags
My partner a blood, you see the flag
You niggas can’t stop me, I’m stuck in my bag
My Glock got a beam, laser tag
My partner a blood, you see the flag
You niggas can’t stop me, I’m stuck in my bag
My Glock got a beam, laser tag
Woo, Bangman, nigga
Beat me to this one right there
And I’m the reason why your fuckin’ baby daddy scared, with his bitch ass
Yeah, you know what I’m talkin’ ’bout