"1030" lyrics
(It's mwk on this shit)
Fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Roll up another one, I need me another one
These bitches goin', gon' let my lil' brother hit
Every time I'm scorin', you know when I up this bitch
Poppin' out late, poppin' shit
Run a nigga pockets, see what he got
Forty dollars for a Patek, ice it out
Different kind of drugs, any bitch you can buy
Lil' twin waitin' on me to drop "Super Why"
Hundred-round drum, this bitch go, "Frrt, frrt," you shot
Speakers in the trunk, blow these bitches out
Stand in front the crowd, rap into the mic
All these hoes got a chance, they ain't gotta fight
Rubber bands on my racks, keep it tight
Get out the V, this a motherfuckin' striker
Two scopes mounted on the top of my rifle
That nigga ain't talkin' 'bout shit, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Beat down the motherfuckin' block, get trapped out
Lil' twin walk in party and spot a opp out
Lil' Lazer the hardest, the prices done went up
Let down that window, you see the smoke come out black truck
Whip out this shit on crowd, make 'em back up
All these fuckin' times I'm travelin' too
I got racks with me, jump out a plane
Havin' motion, ho gon' fuck on the gang
The smoke up, it's in the sky
I'm in a black truck, you can't see my eye
I'm in a black truck, you can't see my face
I trap this bitch out for minimum wage
Get out the mini store, 12 serve the plays
Put down that fuckin' strap, you need a taser
These niggas hatin', they ain't beefin' with Lazer
Bitches ain't wanna fuck, see me on TV now
I get this shake off too, I can't leave it out
Get the pack off, then I'm back to the fuckin' spot
How the fuck nigga get jammed with a switch on Glock?
Come out the woods like a animal, make no sound
All they eyes rollin' whenever if I pop out
Get on the stage, then I pipe this bitch up
Dripped the fuck out anywhere that I go
Nigga get popped, turn his shirt to red, huh
Come on my block, you gon' see nothin' but horror (Horror), uh
Roll up another one, I need me another one
These bitches goin', gon' let my lil' brother hit
Every time I'm scorin', you know when I up this bitch
Poppin' out late, poppin' shit
Run a nigga pockets, see what he got
Forty dollars for a Patek, ice it out
Different kind of drugs, any bitch you can buy
Lil' twin waitin' on me to drop "Super Why"
Hundred-round drum, this bitch go, "Frrt, frrt," you shot
Speakers in the trunk, blow these bitches out
Stand in front the crowd, rap into the mic
All these hoes got a chance, they ain't gotta fight
Rubber bands on my racks, keep it tight
Get out the V, this a motherfuckin' striker
Two scopes mounted on the top of my rifle
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck
Fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Roll up another one, I need me another one
These bitches goin', gon' let my lil' brother hit
Every time I'm scorin', you know when I up this bitch
Poppin' out late, poppin' shit
Run a nigga pockets, see what he got
Forty dollars for a Patek, ice it out
Different kind of drugs, any bitch you can buy
Lil' twin waitin' on me to drop "Super Why"
Hundred-round drum, this bitch go, "Frrt, frrt," you shot
Speakers in the trunk, blow these bitches out
Stand in front the crowd, rap into the mic
All these hoes got a chance, they ain't gotta fight
Rubber bands on my racks, keep it tight
Get out the V, this a motherfuckin' striker
Two scopes mounted on the top of my rifle
That nigga ain't talkin' 'bout shit, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Beat down the motherfuckin' block, get trapped out
Lil' twin walk in party and spot a opp out
Lil' Lazer the hardest, the prices done went up
Let down that window, you see the smoke come out black truck
Whip out this shit on crowd, make 'em back up
All these fuckin' times I'm travelin' too
I got racks with me, jump out a plane
Havin' motion, ho gon' fuck on the gang
The smoke up, it's in the sky
I'm in a black truck, you can't see my eye
I'm in a black truck, you can't see my face
I trap this bitch out for minimum wage
Get out the mini store, 12 serve the plays
Put down that fuckin' strap, you need a taser
These niggas hatin', they ain't beefin' with Lazer
Bitches ain't wanna fuck, see me on TV now
I get this shake off too, I can't leave it out
Get the pack off, then I'm back to the fuckin' spot
How the fuck nigga get jammed with a switch on Glock?
Come out the woods like a animal, make no sound
All they eyes rollin' whenever if I pop out
Get on the stage, then I pipe this bitch up
Dripped the fuck out anywhere that I go
Nigga get popped, turn his shirt to red, huh
Come on my block, you gon' see nothin' but horror (Horror), uh
Roll up another one, I need me another one
These bitches goin', gon' let my lil' brother hit
Every time I'm scorin', you know when I up this bitch
Poppin' out late, poppin' shit
Run a nigga pockets, see what he got
Forty dollars for a Patek, ice it out
Different kind of drugs, any bitch you can buy
Lil' twin waitin' on me to drop "Super Why"
Hundred-round drum, this bitch go, "Frrt, frrt," you shot
Speakers in the trunk, blow these bitches out
Stand in front the crowd, rap into the mic
All these hoes got a chance, they ain't gotta fight
Rubber bands on my racks, keep it tight
Get out the V, this a motherfuckin' striker
Two scopes mounted on the top of my rifle
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck
