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know freestyle - lazer dim 700 lyrics

[intro]
real trap sh*t
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
uh*uh

[verse]
sippin’ on drank got me wobblin’, yeah
catch a big brain, she got a bobblehead
middle of the hood, takin’ f*ckin’ meds
i wake up with these straps in my f*ckin’ bed
run a n*gga down for his sh*t, he gotta run away
p*ssy n*ggas fishy f*ckin’ greedy, he a f*ckin’ fake
make it rain in that f*ckin’ b*tch, gotta break the bank
shoot a n*gga if he tryna take, what the f*ck he think?
turn a n*gga brain to lasagna, bust his f*ckin’ brain
p*ssy n*gga lookin’ for lil’ lazer with the f*ckin’ gang
or probably f*ckin’ on your b*tch (your b*tch)
or probably countin’ this sh*t (sh*t)
and i still trap that b*tch out on a rainy day
this the drank in my f*ckin’ stomach, i ain’t gainin’ weight
parched*ass blunt, what the f*ck? throw the blunt away
what the f*ck you think i’m finna pay for a pint of drank?
catch you with autumn, we slime out your whole gang
i don’t supposed to be drivin’, i’m still on the freeway
pull up surprisin’ just like it’s your b*day
need to free lil’ bruh, then we pop sh*t on three*way
n*ggas sendin’ smoke up and they duckin’ and sh*t
they done let the gang in, we got sticks in that b*tch
all on drugs, i’m on all this sh*t (all of these drugs)
n*ggas be hoes, these n*ggas ain’t on sh*t (n*ggas be hoes)
too many hoes, these b*tches get flipped
pull up and f*ck on your b*tch, then i dip, yeah
we pull up and air the block out, yeah
we pull up and air your sh*t out
dripped the f*ck out, can’t pr*nounce what i wear
two different za, blow this sh*t in the air
yeah, two different hoes, that’s a pair
yeah, i’m poppin’ out, got awareness
ballin’, fire hot like a furnace, yeah
keep the b*tch goin’, it be runnin’, yeah
50*round in my backpack, yeah
n*ggas can’t come to my block, no
any little ho gotta f*ck, lil’ bro
on the stage, hand me that mic, my trophy
n*gga pull up, tryna spike my motion
finesse god, i been workin’ my other one
breakin’ in, i been with my lil’ brother
perc’ 10, they gon’ ask you want one
geek fiends on my block, they just get high
n*gga might try to rob my plug, i gotta walk ’em out
whole gang on these motherf*ckin’ drugs
dripped the f*ck like i just walked through a puddle
shoot through that crowd, better get out that huddle
b*tches gon’ f*ck ’cause my neck full of water
air your sh*t out, we pull up with these cutters, yeah, yeah
i’m smokin’ on motherf*ckin’ za, yeah
i’m smokin’ that motherf*ckin’ za
man, this stuff lit, i can’t give up that drop
five percent tint, f*ck that ho at a park
straight to the trench, i get back to that block
beat down her block, my speakers gon’ knock
f*ck, f*ck

- lazer dim 700 lyrics

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