brokin bonez - lazer dim 700 lyrics
[intro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
ayy watchout, ayy watchout
[?] what the f*ck
[verse]
and we can link and battle
n*ggas be shootin’ they glock and run backwards
n*gga say he got our drop, his exact words
i told my whip it’s a freak, it’s gon kiss the curb
look how he servin’ his weed, he backwards
i swear they [?]
sn*tch off the seal in the whip, it’s factory
f*ck n*gga raisin’ his voice, he cap to me
we finna smoke and post up where yo’ captain be
you got a purse for what, where yo’ bl!ck at?
i hit my whip and didn’t give a f*ck if you sit back
n*gga think i’m puttin’ that sh*t on, where yo’ b*tch at?
get in the crowd if i feel like they f*ck wit’ me
put yo’ bl!ck in the bed, not where yo’ dresser bе
told the lil’ boy he scared, n*gga ain’t nun’ to mе
spray down the group if they push up a hunnid’ deep
this some bullsh*t, this za ain’t nun’ to me
n*gga spooked to shoot, throw yo’ lil’ gun to me
check the roof, i think that’s where yo’ money be
cap to the fine sh*t, turn off my honesty
this week i touch a whole lot, this a money week
i know somebody gon’ get touched, they a hunnid’ deep
i ain’t servin’ sh*t, spend it on my feet
get bad hoes, put my whip in the street
puttin’ this sh*t on, my drip too elite
everybody wanna do a song, want a feat
n*gga think he the only one on f*ck sh*t, i’m on beat
every time i do a l!ck, trap sh*t i get geeked
every time he speak, cappin’ what he speak
n*gga not drippin’, tacky what you be
harsh ass blunt, i throwed it out the v
i told the producer he psyched out, he made this beat
glock havin’ glow sights, i can see
b*tch said i’m not her type, she can’t read
buck the box, open the door i can’t breathe
eyes in the back of my head, you can’t sneak
smoked the sh*t last week, i was still geeked
said she ain’t goin’, get out the bnb
work [?]
sit ‘round the game and smoke a all day weed
sh*t ain’t change my drip and my beats
i just scratched up the street in my v
dodgin’ potholes, they can’t f*ck wit’ me
yo’ weed ain’t sh*t for real, it’s dispensaries
keep smokin’ all that fake sh*t, you black out
after [?] pop back out
n*gga don’t know if i got jugged, i ain’t lacked out
[outro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
ayy watchout, ayy watchout
[?]
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