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lunch break freestyle - lazer dim 700 lyrics

[intro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
ayy, watch out
ayy, watch out
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
ayy, where the f*ck the lighter at?

[verse]
drank got me down bad, i’m dizzy
twelve hang ’cause that spot be busy
told the folks if they got drugs, get near me
drip before i hit a opp with the semi’
i’m from the trench, i go demon ‘fore bentley
drank the whole pint, i’ma leave this bih’ empty
come outside, i got my fire on my side
n*gga think he throwed, we tryna open his eye
i’on be like that, i got two different fives
spin the b*tch out, i can get you new tires
fit blacked out, like i sat in some fire
made the b*tch stand down, she talm’ ’bout, “why?”
come ’round the gang, you wanna act like a guy
take her on a heist, i’m finna see if she’s pie
my bl!ck gon’ slang, it’s a victory fire
your bl!ck gon’ jam, better not bring it to the fight
n*ggas don’t understand, i’m a thief in the night
drip expand, and so do the price
nig*, my paper, they fight
i’on ever say sh*t but these n*ggas bitin’
my drip, especially, you thinkin’ you fly
the plug he think he jamaican, he white
i got my bl!ck out, i know the bih’ gon’ sw*ng sum’
hit for a bl!ck, i gotta write my name on it
gen 6 glock, i know gang gon’ want it
re*, make real drip look like somethin’, they gon’ want that
talkin’ ’bout drip, ah, you not even on that
n*gga be hammered at light, i’m on that
.223 and the arp
mini*store lit, i got sticks in the v
don’t be capped out, this bih*
all these designer brand, i thought they was cheap
designer brand, i thought they was cheap
roll up some ‘za, i like it on beats
you is a bot, every day you repeat
you ain’t on sh*t, you can’t relate to the street
sellin’ that ‘za, we had to leave for some weeks
give me two guns, and we can get a feat
n*gga better stand down, that boy ready to retreat
capped out, talm ’bout she listen to r&b
popped out, i leave my tire on the street
opped out, you gettin’ robbed for your weave
sh*t comin’, i’m havin’ money disease
big stomach, that’s from drinkin’ that lean
fit bummin’, but i ain’t trippin’, i eat
gotta have, n*gga hang in the bleachers
up with the gen, jumpin’ out my hand
puttin’ on brand, i’m makin’ ’em trend
i just be trollin’, i promise i’m playin’
twelve, if you listenin’, this is not the man
trench boy, act like i got it out the sand
real trench sh*t, n*gga, f*ck you sayin’?
sell some weed before i put it in the pan
know you f*cked up when you put it in my hand
know this sh*t up when i break down the strand
i got some v*bucks, i can go buy some skins
know she gon’ f*ck if she drivin’ the benz
i’on trust sh*t, you see my fire through my pants?
i’on trust sh*t, you see my*
i’on trust sh*t, you see my*, uh, uh
i’on trust sh*t, you see my fire through my pants?
i’on trust sh*t, you see my fire through my pants?
[outro]
f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
ayy, watch out
ayy, watch out
ayy, watch out
f*ck

- lazer dim 700 lyrics

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