LASER VISION ft. Lil Cree Cree Lyrics

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