Winchester Lyrics – LAZER DIM 700

Read the full Winchester 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 Tempestry and BLACK OPS II, two other songs by Lazer Dim 700.

[Intro]
(LazerMade’s got a beat, don’t get no—)
Fu*k, fu*k, fu*k
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
Fu*k
Haha-haha-ha
Fu*k, fu*k, fu*k

[Verse]
You cap, you got—
You cap, you cap, you cap, get exposed
Your cap’ll get exposed

Brought my stick with me, I’m on the bus, this b!tch wrapped in some clothes
We ain’t with the arguing, we ain’t tryna’ fuss, we just clap at your clothes
The za must be wig ’cause he already passed it
Two mini’s in the whip, I’m already smashing
Make a pit stop, I forgot to put gas in
Too many fye’, they must thought I was lacking
N!gga get to shooting, they gon’ say, “What’s happening?”
You know I’m straight—got glizzy, I’m straight
Talk under yo’ breath, I ain’t hear what you say
Your vibe fu*ked up, you pushed up, throw the vibe off
It’s in a pile, guns in a pile, whatchu’ gon’ pick out the pile?
N!gga gon’ tell the opp what he doing, tell the opp what he got
Everybody touching some money, pull us a jugg’, everybody fu*king on thots
When I get Rolex, won’t look at my watch
Fu*k with lil’ gang, you’ll never run out
At the wrong door, he don’t know where to knock at
You buy a half more, we gon’ bring you a za pack
Switching yo’ plugs, you don’t know where to shop at
Sit in the corner, he think he throwed off
Young n!gga ready, I can tell him hold it off
What that is? What you having in your bag?
Clutching on me, that’s gon’ make me super mad
Yeen’ on s*it, why the fu*k you got a mask?
Gun and shiesty, that’s lil’ twin starter pack
Hang up on fine s*it, I tell her, “Holla’ back”

Drank up my line, b!tch where yo’ line at?
I wanna link, tell her “Nevermind that”
Open the Backwood pack, I thought I had Backwood, I ain’t even have s*it there
Left all the drip, I ain’t got s*it to wear
Never had s*it, I just slept in Marni slides
We got some room, tell lil’ buddy get inside
Fifty feet, b!tch you know I took a dive
Everybody bring a blunt, link at the beehive
Stolo whip in the hood, with three fye’s
I hit jet ski, twelve won’t catch me
Yeen’ did s*it, why you think you a veteran?
You think the blunt done, the smoke ain’t gon’ never end
Lil’ twin with me, why the fu*k they ain’t let him in?
I’ma see which opp gone push up to Neverland
Listen to yourself, I know you want a other one
I smell za, my stomach start bubbling
Too many guns, which one I’ma smuggle in?
Tryna look mad, you can’t hide your emotion
I ain’t have s*it, now my racks is poking

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