"Laser Tag" lyrics
Oh my God is that faygo
Bitch
What you talkin about
That nigga going out bad (woah)
And I know that for a fact (aye)
Glocky on me it's attached
Never slip no I can't ever lack (aye)
Play with them keys
[?]
Runna boy all on the map (aye, why you say that)
(Let's go faygo)
Lil' Faygo done hopped in his bag (aye)
LaLaLa (woah)
If she not a 10 I gotta pass (aye)
LaLaLa (woah)
Babygirl I done fell in love with cash (aye)
Walk in Neiman spend a bag (aye)
That lil' boy coming in last (ok!)
That lil' boy run up on me imma lift up my choppa then I'm gonna blast (aye)
(Woah)
[?] better tell a boy get back (aye)
I'm in the A man I'm going to Lenox, when I'm in the H I'm in saks (aye) (bleh)
Big choppa make a boy go splat
Faygo he ain't really for the chat
Bae tell me what you do for them stacks
Faygo he too presidential
We run up in your residential
Lil' nigga what is the issue
Slime that boy I wipe his nose with no tissue
He was the man fosho' until we robbed him now he trap off a kindle
Yea gotta stay sharp it's something like a pencil
[?]
(Yea, yea)
Chief Runna gonna be like sosa
[?]
That boy gon fold up like a folder
She wanna fuck with no rubber, hold up
She wanna fuck cause faygo finna blow up
You see that cup man I'm sippin that pour up
Blue cheese that's something I want more of
(HaHaHa)
That nigga mad or nah (woah)
Fuck nigga want no war
Imma send that lil boy up to the stars
[?] too much, nigga I came far
That nigga cap, that is not your car
Hoe pour me up, I'm sippin hard
It's Chief Runna baby, real rockstar
(Let's go Faygo) (bleh, bleh!)
Bitch
What you talkin about
That nigga going out bad (woah)
And I know that for a fact (aye)
Glocky on me it's attached
Never slip no I can't ever lack (aye)
Play with them keys
[?]
Runna boy all on the map (aye, why you say that)
(Let's go faygo)
Lil' Faygo done hopped in his bag (aye)
LaLaLa (woah)
If she not a 10 I gotta pass (aye)
LaLaLa (woah)
Babygirl I done fell in love with cash (aye)
Walk in Neiman spend a bag (aye)
That lil' boy coming in last (ok!)
That lil' boy run up on me imma lift up my choppa then I'm gonna blast (aye)
(Woah)
[?] better tell a boy get back (aye)
I'm in the A man I'm going to Lenox, when I'm in the H I'm in saks (aye) (bleh)
Big choppa make a boy go splat
Faygo he ain't really for the chat
Bae tell me what you do for them stacks
Faygo he too presidential
We run up in your residential
Lil' nigga what is the issue
Slime that boy I wipe his nose with no tissue
He was the man fosho' until we robbed him now he trap off a kindle
Yea gotta stay sharp it's something like a pencil
[?]
(Yea, yea)
Chief Runna gonna be like sosa
[?]
That boy gon fold up like a folder
She wanna fuck with no rubber, hold up
She wanna fuck cause faygo finna blow up
You see that cup man I'm sippin that pour up
Blue cheese that's something I want more of
(HaHaHa)
That nigga mad or nah (woah)
Fuck nigga want no war
Imma send that lil boy up to the stars
[?] too much, nigga I came far
That nigga cap, that is not your car
Hoe pour me up, I'm sippin hard
It's Chief Runna baby, real rockstar
(Let's go Faygo) (bleh, bleh!)
