Sidewalk Lyrics – LAZER DIM 700

Read the full Sidewalk lyrics by LAZER DIM 700 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lazer Dim 700’s music, you can also explore WUWITYAHO and Woahhh, two other songs by Lazer Dim 700.

[Intro]
Fu*k
Fu*k, fu*k, fu*k
N!gga point— n!gga point his fye and he—
N!gga point his fye, ain’t even use his fye

[Verse]
Blicked up, I’m having all categories
Rack the tag, rack the license plate
Basement, got this s*it out the ground
Invade if yo’ trap got pounds
Too strange, they gon’ put a n!gga down

I see yo’ phone, I know you a b!tch
Stick keep going, I can’t stop the stick
I don’t watch porn, I ready to hit yo’ b!tch
She (??), I cut off my twists
Come out the alley, watch this s*it, I ain’t miss
Better grab the bag of za, rush the plac
otta touch a fu*king M ‘fore I pass away
Popped out, I’m at the store like a Jay
N!gga got swiped for his merch, swiped for his shirt
Fu*k n!gga spooked, tryna run from the hearse
Soon as you put down yo’ fye, you get cursed
Spooked, he lay on the ground, look through the (??)
N!gga tryna slime me out, Uno reverse
I first catch when I land on the turf
The red on my hand, I’m playing with the Earth
He spooked, but he ain’t got his hand on his purse
You was on beat, but yo’ plan ain’t work
Whip too geeked, I got this b!tch on the dirt
Big ass boom sound, everybody heard it
I be geeked up driving whips, I be swerving
Come to the trap, got everybody at the trap
Don’t know how to fu*k with you, everybody get you caught
Ran into a blick, now I’m stuck wit’ it
Ran into a dirty gun, now I been stuck wit’ it
Walked in a resale store, spent a ticket

My fye tryna spray around, do some graffiti
I don’t got no belt, got racks in my bed
Come with the back wood, a thirty clip on the Glock
Woke up early, I was the first one on the block
Blunt need serving, so I might need another box
Get in that turf, get in that land wit’ you
I don’t need a Swiss, got switch in my hand’ll do
Fast car geeked up, but it don’t got legroom
N!gga taking picture ’bout a trap can
Spooked ‘fore he got in the whip, we ain’t let him in
Never bought a case of drank for two bands
The way I shoot fye, I ain’t got two hands
Kick down yo’ door for the lo’, we move in
Man lil’ twin just came off the two man
Hit the fye at every building and it got (??)
N!gga geeked up on that drank, I got no juice
Put my d!ck up all in her brain, she got no tooth
You a dynamite, you a grenade

[Outro]
Fu*k, fu*k, fu*k