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kikdoe - lazer dim 700 lyrics

[intro]
(pick up the phone xp, quit playin’)
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck

[verse 1]
take off with ya sh*t
take off with ya sh*t, i’m so serious
i can’t f*ck that b*tch, she on her period
drop that pack off to the play, i deliver it
i got that mask on my face, you can’t see my sh*t
a scope on a motherf*ckin’ ar, i’m too legit
break in your f*ckin’ spot, run through yo fridge
comin’ in with flashlight, give me your cash
p*ssy n*gga don’t want smoke wit’ lil’ fast
different kind of f*ckin’ scopes on my class
p*ssy try my whip, his whip is trash
drinking lean for all my f*ckin’ dead twins
point that beam, put that b*tch on yo head
lil’ lazer never play ’bout no motherf*ckin’ bread
better not play with this sh*t, we might shoot off yo head
drop a duece in my drank, got my cup full of med
we gon’ pull up and see ’bout that sh*t you just said
different kinda gun, differеnt kinda gen
pull up on the block, bl!cked up with lil’ twin
got my lil’ f*ckin’ glock, this b*tch uppеrhand
p*ssy boy, you get popped for playin’ with that twin
took that boy out for his pack, thought we were locked in
i bumped down with scr*ps, i bought the props in
think bigger, need perc’, i done popped ten
i been sleepin’ for days like i popped xan
[verse 2]
get yo banana split, banana peel
get yo banana split, banana peel
shots fired out the whip, you get k!lled
7.62 big as f*ck, i’m for real
got it better, i got a thot, ho
put my racks under the pallet, on the floor
if it ’bout green salad, let me know
try to run off on ’em reaps and we chasin’ you
run to an opp in the trench, that my paper view
n*gga know you not on sh*t, why you fakin’, fool?
slime you out for your sh*t and get away from you
b*tch know she wanna f*ck, waiting on me to make the move
get out at the function with these 7.62s
all these b*tches f*ckin’ choose
lil’ lazer never follow f*ckin’ rules
whip out my spread sh*t, full of blues
sacrifice ya life, took ya f*ckin’ head off
you earned yo f*ckin’ stripes, turn to the boss
double cup got me geeky, got me lost
gloves on my hand, you won’t get fingerprint
can’t see when i clutch behind motherf*ckin’ tint
you think i won’t up? got me motherf*ckin’ bent
gon’ tell on that l!ck, he gon’ motherf*ckin’ squeal
can’t swim with no sharks ’cause yo ass got no gills
you not from the trench, yo ass born in the hills
you ain’t ready to dump fye, better get out the field
we gon’ pop at your car, we gon’ shoot off your wheels
pillow talkin’ to the b*tch, interfering
f*ck n*gga d*ckriding without insurance
[verse 3]
pull up ’bout that pape’ like big worm (pick up the phone xp, quit playin’)
you can’t get handshake, you passin’ germs
i don’t antic*p*te, i shoot my lil’ gun
who the f*ck you think you takin’ some’ from?
my b*tch wanna f*ck with me early in the morning
pull up to my show with these motherf*ckin’ guns
just dropped the pack off like i’m running errands
can’t pull on my block, know we shoot sh*t for fun
they can’t get my drop, i keep movin’ around
these racks keep on comin’ long as i go outside
in the alleyway now, shootin’ sh*t with these fyes
sticks in the g ride, my gun be my passenger
these p*ssy n*ggas get behind, it spectacular
know you can’t run from this sh*t, we come after you
bullets gon’ beat up ya body, they tackle you
lil’ lazer trench, i’m not regular rapper
n*gga get sh*t on with bl!ck, need a pamper
ain’t even give you whole clip, this a sample
telling the artist, “freestyle on my tattoo”
these p*ssy n*gga out here think they wack*proof
draw down on you for your sh*t, this a jack move
shooting every f*cking day, make the people move
not no f*ckin’ thunder, these 7.62s
on the block right now
shoot at ya f*ckin’ face if you mug
dropped a f*ckin’ eighth in a jug
you steppin’ on the drugs under the rug
gotta pull up on the plug, re*up
[outro]
f*ck, f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck

- lazer dim 700 lyrics

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