SKBilly & Lil Cree Cree - LASER VISION

Peeping down the sight bitch I got laser vision
Stack a couple mills so I ain't stressed whenever paper missing
Bitch it's lights out except the barrel stay lit
Put the vest to your chest or take a bullet to your ribs
Hit him with the five and left maroon up on the shirt
I'm up in the DM's cause that body is absurd
He gone talk shit to me I'm a hit him where it hurt
Leave him six feet deep he can't be cocky in the dirt
Fire pit the whip what I call it got burners
The trunk in the back where the sticks at
Pushing the house of the pussy that fooling around
In the room where the bitches and tricks at
Back 'bout a month ago, I got the slip for the purp
It's the whip that I go in and sip at
Dreidel I'm moving you think I'm a fool
If taking that shit with a grain with no spin back
I done turned him to ghost
Think he got balls I'm a meet him in the post
We don't get chased we get the pigs for the roast
All my players in the field they gone blitz when I coach
Told my opps to lay low or they get some stitches
O's in my account will prove my miles in these Britches
Baseball bat blunt stomping all the pitches
Came in with the rods to split wig and stomp bitches
They can't do us in the whip I'm sky-walking faced now
You send her streaks I got her face down
Drain his whole damn body he fan of blade now
I came with the double pendant ain't no shade now
Peeping down the sight bitch I got laser vision
Stack a couple mills so I ain't stressed whenever paper missing
Bitch it's lights out except the barrel stay lit
Put the vest to your chest or take a bullet to your ribs
Bitch I'm living like Sinatra
Been counting green like it's matcha
They question my bankroll a little more than a lot of
I hit that boy with the nine I'm balling like Raj Rondo
I'm raining down with the iron you better get you a poncho
How could I be sad with all this cheese I feel gouda
Get slit with the razor blade sparking like a scooter
We go ten for ten I got them navy seal shooters
Bitch I upgraded now I act like I never knew you
My last L was sixth grade that shit was detrimental
And if we talking money got a diamond set dental
I spend the evening with the hoe she never messaged me before
I give the credit to the head it's all mental
Like Philadelphia was balling with some sixes
Now I got a ten we double-double on these bitches
You know I'm dogging sipping purple liquid courage
You ain't landing on my line so I ain't calling I need better service
I'm simply different Michael Bay it's Optimus
I'm in my prime you making money say you pimping I'm above it's obvious
Since when have you been pushing shit you lifting weights with noodle sticks
I lift it up like worshipping bitch I'm god among the pigs
Peeping down the sight bitch I got laser vision
Stack a couple mills so I ain't stressed whenever paper missing
Bitch it's lights out except the barrel stay lit
Put the vest to your chest or take a bullet to your ribs

Written by:
Blake Meyer, Vaughn Smith

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