CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Laser Tag
Gang
All my choppas got them beams (Plugg)
Make yo' block look like laser tag
Kick up in yo' crib, pray to God that you might make it back
Plug text back, said the Thrax in a paper bag
Pick it up, take it back then my gang back on attack
Four-five cut yo' a** to pieces like a lumberjack
Fifty shots in this Glock-9 with the drum attached
If I pa** the work then I hope you not gon' fumble that
Predator, I just seen some prey up in my habitat
N***a think he hard, but he sweet just like a Sour Patch
This Glocky make him shake, n***a thought he had a heart attack
I whip out the stick, he got to runnin' like a running back
Runnin' like a treadmill, get popped like a red pill
I can't sip yo' lean unlеss I gotta crack the damn seal
One call gеt you murked and I'll be sleepin' in my bed still
A ho won't make me happy but some gas and some success will, gang
Oh my God, oh my God
She wanna f**k me and the squad
Take her hair off of the knot
If I takeoff, I'm not comin' down
If I takeoff, we ready to bounce
I'm in this b*t*h with 'em all, okay
They know I'm holdin' them down
F**k n***a, run up, get torched
F**k n***a, run up, get torched
F**k on that ho then abort
Yeah, I got that hoe callin' the lord
You f**k with the gang and we uppin' the score
F&N bullets galore, F&N bullets galore
F&N bullets galore, yeah, yeah, yeah
I love my choppa, I love my choppa
All my choppas got them beams
Make yo' block look like laser tag
Kick up in yo' crib, pray to God that you might make it back
Plug text back, said the Thrax in a paper bag
Pick it up, take it back then my gang back on attack
Four-five cut yo' a** to pieces like a lumberjack
Fifty shots in this Glock-9 with the drum attached
If I pa** the work then I hope you not gon' fumble that
All my choppas got them beams (Plugg)
Make yo' block look like laser tag
Kick up in yo' crib, pray to God that you might make it back
Plug text back, said the Thrax in a paper bag
Pick it up, take it back then my gang back on attack
Four-five cut yo' a** to pieces like a lumberjack
Fifty shots in this Glock-9 with the drum attached
If I pa** the work then I hope you not gon' fumble that
Predator, I just seen some prey up in my habitat
N***a think he hard, but he sweet just like a Sour Patch
This Glocky make him shake, n***a thought he had a heart attack
I whip out the stick, he got to runnin' like a running back
Runnin' like a treadmill, get popped like a red pill
I can't sip yo' lean unlеss I gotta crack the damn seal
One call gеt you murked and I'll be sleepin' in my bed still
A ho won't make me happy but some gas and some success will, gang
Oh my God, oh my God
She wanna f**k me and the squad
Take her hair off of the knot
If I takeoff, I'm not comin' down
If I takeoff, we ready to bounce
I'm in this b*t*h with 'em all, okay
They know I'm holdin' them down
F**k n***a, run up, get torched
F**k n***a, run up, get torched
F**k on that ho then abort
Yeah, I got that hoe callin' the lord
You f**k with the gang and we uppin' the score
F&N bullets galore, F&N bullets galore
F&N bullets galore, yeah, yeah, yeah
I love my choppa, I love my choppa
All my choppas got them beams
Make yo' block look like laser tag
Kick up in yo' crib, pray to God that you might make it back
Plug text back, said the Thrax in a paper bag
Pick it up, take it back then my gang back on attack
Four-five cut yo' a** to pieces like a lumberjack
Fifty shots in this Glock-9 with the drum attached
If I pa** the work then I hope you not gon' fumble that
