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1030 - lazer dim 700 lyrics

[intro]
(it’s mwk on this sh*t)
f*ck, f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck

[chorus]
roll up another one, i need me another one
these b*tches goin’, gon’ let my lil’ brother hit
every time i’m scorin’, you know when i up this b*tch
poppin’ out late, poppin’ sh*t
run a n*gga pockets, see what he got
forty dollars for a patek, ice it out
different kind of drugs, any b*tch you can buy
lil’ twin waitin’ on me to drop “super why”
hundred*round drum, this b*tch go, “frrt, frrt,” you shot
speakers in the trunk, blow these b*tches out
stand in front the crowd, rap into the mic
all these hoes got a chance, they ain’t gotta fight
rubber bands on my racks, keep it tight
get out the v, this a motherf*ckin’ striker
two scopes mounted on the top of my rifle

[verse]
that n*gga ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh*t, f*ck you talkin’ ’bout?
beat down the motherf*ckin’ block, get trapped out
lil’ twin walk in party and spot a opp out
lil’ lazer the hardest, the prices done went up
let down that window, you see the smoke come out black truck
whip out this sh*t on crowd, make ’em back up
all these f*ckin’ times i’m travelin’ too
i got racks with me, jump out a plane
havin’ motion, ho gon’ f*ck on the gang
the smoke up, it’s in the sky
i’m in a black truck, you can’t see my eye
i’m in a black truck, you can’t see my face
i trap this b*tch out for minimum wage
get out the mini store, 12 serve the plays
put down that f*ckin’ strap, you need a taser
these n*ggas hatin’, they ain’t beefin’ with lazer
b*tches ain’t wanna f*ck, see me on tv now
i get this shake off too, i can’t leave it out
get the pack off, then i’m back to the f*ckin’ spot
how the f*ck n*gga get jammed with a switch on glock?
come out the woods like a animal, make no sound
all they eyes rollin’ whenever if i pop out
get on the stage, then i pipe this b*tch up
dripped the f*ck out anywhere that i go
n*gga get popped, turn his shirt to red, huh
come on my block, you gon’ see nothin’ but horror (horror), uh
[chorus]
roll up another one, i need me another one
these b*tches goin’, gon’ let my lil’ brother hit
every time i’m scorin’, you know when i up this b*tch
poppin’ out late, poppin’ sh*t
run a n*gga pockets, see what he got
forty dollars for a patek, ice it out
different kind of drugs, any b*tch you can buy
lil’ twin waitin’ on me to drop “super why”
hundred*round drum, this b*tch go, “frrt, frrt,” you shot
speakers in the trunk, blow these b*tches out
stand in front the crowd, rap into the mic
all these hoes got a chance, they ain’t gotta fight
rubber bands on my racks, keep it tight
get out the v, this a motherf*ckin’ striker
two scopes mounted on the top of my rifle

[outro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
f*ck

- lazer dim 700 lyrics

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