break out - lazer dim 700 lyrics
[intro]
f*ck, f*ck
turn the bass up, turn up the f*ckin’ bass
i got lil’ go— i got lil’ goxan on this motherf*cker
turn the f*ckin’ bass up
[verse]
comin’ down the street, plan to see this sh*t boomin’
any block i see can get sweeped with a broomstick
run off with ya sh*t, leave a n*gga with a doom face
run off with ya sh*t—
run off with ya sh*t, leave a n*gga lookin’ clueless
n*gga high as f*ck, boy, i’m feelin’ like i’m outer sp*ce
n*gga get to bustin’ out your car, he tryna drive away
ice on my plate like lil wayne, tryna buy a acre
jumpin’ out the whip, puttin’ beans on your f*ckin’ face
take a n*gga off if he green, better run away
stolo parked there in the f*ckin’ back, it’s a getaway
n*gga left the racks in the stash, i know where it’s at
i go in his spot and i get it
better not try bustin’ in, b*tch, we got bl!cks in this b*tch
got all kind of sh*t in this b*tch
too many ammo, i’ma scr*p like iraq in this b*tch
everybody got on black in this b*tch
everybody got a f*ckin’ strap in my whip
shoot you in yo’ head, make your body backflip
drippin’ like salad, when it got ranch, though
sleep on a pallet in the middle of a truck
put you on track if you keep the silence up
peep the waistline, got a bl!ck by my belt
yeah, we scr*p, lil’ buddy turned to terminator
break in yo’ spot, we gotta call the exterminator
in the apartment ain’t no regrets, i can’t take sh*t back
p*ssy n*gga troll and test, we gon’ catch yo’ ass
take these racks, clean this sh*t off at the laundromat
cut up in the woods with the axe like a lumberjack
since the p*ssy n*gga tryna test, he gotta run me that
i just dm’d bro, i’ll still get my uncle out
pump my lil’ gen in the smoke, i’m pumpin’ fire
p*ssy n*gga actin’ like ho, get extorted out
p*ssy n*gga pull up to my shop, we havin’ more than za
one stop shop, got no address, we point it out
air your block out with this motherf*ckin’ chalk
when i pull up, i go berserk, brrt
finna whip out with that ar ammo in my pocket
they like, “d*mn, he live the young n*gga way,” i can’t stop it
stuff this sh*t in my plan, i won’t fold like my wallet
p*ssy n*gga follow trends, follow whatever we poppin’
took a look at my b*roll, you’ll see nothin’ but broccoli
had to bend up with that double cup, bl!ck on me
n*gga better not play with this sh*t, got this sh*t on me
bust ya f*ckin’ head, got your brain on my hand
disgusting as f*ck, the inside of the skull look gross
take ya f*ckin’ life, better not play with my folks
think he got strike ’cause i showed him the ropes
take his ass out, he bizarre with that cappin’ sh*t
all of these ars’s make my block look like pakistan
come crush your head with a guitar, i can swing this stick
this sh*t can get real bizarre, it get dangerous
shoot your ass down, give no f*ck about they fine sh*t
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