Look l I'm on the road bitch I'm chasin' that big guap
He tryna run we gon' knock him out his sock
Brodie don't pull over we tryna leave the car
ARP with the scope and that bitch shoot far
Brodie don't got a Drake he usin' a 45
Sippin' this wock bitch I'm gettin' 25 a line
You know your ass a bitch he crying 'cause his dog died
Thick hoe in the backseat you know she wanna ride
Brodie in the Scat he ask me if I wanna glide
He keep tellin' me hit the jwett I f*ckin' already tried
Boy that's not your bitch 'cause you know I flipped
Real life fakers that make me sick
Ridin' in rentals no pirate ship
He movin' Flake 12 comin' I dipped
Look y'all know y'all hoes love that Zewted
Raw freestyle I'm the best to do it
Like BK make him drink lighter fluid
What's-his-name had died oh yeah you knew it
Get out the V what's-his-name? He's shootin'
Totin' big guns like Trump and Putin
That nigga he sick he don't need no gluten
Don't f*ck with the 8 what the f*ck is you doin'?
Y'all niggas bitches y'all pickin' and choosin'
Got your bitch in the party you know that she groovin'
Hit his ass dead now his ass just snoozin'
Niggas be fakin' that shit be confusing
Got out the car now he bruising
Got his fire took out that rine now they using
You niggas is bitches straight shit to prove it
Damn bitch I'm feelin' sober need to roll up
Hit him so many times he had to throw up
Money expended bitch you know I go up
Zewted in this bitch gotta get my dough up
After the party gotta clean the floor up
Niggas is fakin' they ain't never show up
Bro got the switch he tryna get close up
Bitch I got wock I need to pour up
He was faking on Gram then got his ass tore up
Shit was crazy at the ridge she got choked up
Saw that boy in person then his ass froze up
We saw that bitch nigga at the fair
Told them niggas we ain't playin' fair
Bro tryna let two off in the air
Zewted - Treacherous (Lazer Dim 700 Remix) Lyrics
Zewted - Treacherous (Lazer Dim 700 Remix) Lyrics
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Look l I'm on the road bitch I'm chasin' that big guap
He tryna run we gon' knock him out his sock
Brodie don't pull over we tryna leave the car
ARP with the scope and that bitch shoot far
Brodie don't got a Drake he usin' a 45
Sippin' this wock bitch I'm gettin' 25 a line
You know your ass a bitch he crying 'cause his dog died
Thick hoe in the backseat you know she wanna ride
Brodie in the Scat he ask me if I wanna glide
He keep tellin' me hit the jwett I f*ckin' already tried
Boy that's not your bitch 'cause you know I flipped
Real life fakers that make me sick
Ridin' in rentals no pirate ship
He movin' Flake 12 comin' I dipped
Look y'all know y'all hoes love that Zewted
Raw freestyle I'm the best to do it
Like BK make him drink lighter fluid
What's-his-name had died oh yeah you knew it
Get out the V what's-his-name? He's shootin'
Totin' big guns like Trump and Putin
That nigga he sick he don't need no gluten
Don't f*ck with the 8 what the f*ck is you doin'?
Y'all niggas bitches y'all pickin' and choosin'
Got your bitch in the party you know that she groovin'
Hit his ass dead now his ass just snoozin'
Niggas be fakin' that shit be confusing
Got out the car now he bruising
Got his fire took out that rine now they using
You niggas is bitches straight shit to prove it
Damn bitch I'm feelin' sober need to roll up
Hit him so many times he had to throw up
Money expended bitch you know I go up
Zewted in this bitch gotta get my dough up
After the party gotta clean the floor up
Niggas is fakin' they ain't never show up
Bro got the switch he tryna get close up
Bitch I got wock I need to pour up
He was faking on Gram then got his ass tore up
Shit was crazy at the ridge she got choked up
Saw that boy in person then his ass froze up
We saw that bitch nigga at the fair
Told them niggas we ain't playin' fair
Bro tryna let two off in the air
He tryna run we gon' knock him out his sock
Brodie don't pull over we tryna leave the car
ARP with the scope and that bitch shoot far
Brodie don't got a Drake he usin' a 45
Sippin' this wock bitch I'm gettin' 25 a line
You know your ass a bitch he crying 'cause his dog died
Thick hoe in the backseat you know she wanna ride
Brodie in the Scat he ask me if I wanna glide
He keep tellin' me hit the jwett I f*ckin' already tried
Boy that's not your bitch 'cause you know I flipped
Real life fakers that make me sick
Ridin' in rentals no pirate ship
He movin' Flake 12 comin' I dipped
Look y'all know y'all hoes love that Zewted
Raw freestyle I'm the best to do it
Like BK make him drink lighter fluid
What's-his-name had died oh yeah you knew it
Get out the V what's-his-name? He's shootin'
Totin' big guns like Trump and Putin
That nigga he sick he don't need no gluten
Don't f*ck with the 8 what the f*ck is you doin'?
Y'all niggas bitches y'all pickin' and choosin'
Got your bitch in the party you know that she groovin'
Hit his ass dead now his ass just snoozin'
Niggas be fakin' that shit be confusing
Got out the car now he bruising
Got his fire took out that rine now they using
You niggas is bitches straight shit to prove it
Damn bitch I'm feelin' sober need to roll up
Hit him so many times he had to throw up
Money expended bitch you know I go up
Zewted in this bitch gotta get my dough up
After the party gotta clean the floor up
Niggas is fakin' they ain't never show up
Bro got the switch he tryna get close up
Bitch I got wock I need to pour up
He was faking on Gram then got his ass tore up
Shit was crazy at the ridge she got choked up
Saw that boy in person then his ass froze up
We saw that bitch nigga at the fair
Told them niggas we ain't playin' fair
Bro tryna let two off in the air
Writer: Zewted Smith
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