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redditk - lazer dim 700 lyrics

[intro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
i pop out
it’s in the trunk, that sh*t in the trunk
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck

[verse]
two diamond whenever i get off the bl!ck
push up, talkin’ ’bout he want see my grandma sick
tack gun, tack the gang on yo’ b*tch
stole the gun, i’m posted up with his bl!ck
every time n*gga drop somethin’ it’s a miss
i would repeat the f*cking play, they gettin’ blitzed
tell opp to pull up to the [?] street
n*gga got spinned when n0body on d
free this arizona, still got arp
pulled up on a cop, drop the window, throw the weed
sights in, n*gga smoking dope, blowing tree
funny, i forgot i’m strapped know i got that sh*t
the [?] gang handle the smoke, we immaculate
i’m the one gon’ jump out the v on the passenger
p*ssy*n*gga pushеd amped up, i ain’t talk my sh*t
n*gga won’t let me usе his sh*t, i go buy me one
and we trap, bumped up with fye, we try’ rock and roll
too many knots in my pocket, my pocket swole
i can jugg a three glock, i can play with three glocks
tell the black truck “stop”, let the lil freak out
i promised lil’ boy he said “opp” he gon’ geek out
i’m trenching, f*ck, i got to vst, ain’t gon’ bleep out
kick a hole in yo’ door, it gon’ make your sleep rock
this ain’t my house, tip*toe, i’ma sneak out
anything the f*ck*boy need, got a [?] sh*ll
pull up on me asking for some weed, better have some bread
last night i had a crazy dream, everybody dead
you know you ain’t servin’ this sh*t, let me buy the rest
get off on a cop, pop the bodycam off his chest
ask lil’ buddy why he jumped out, he just popped an x
i know what do with these– gotta be some runner
n*gga cut the bottom on shirt, n*gga funny
n*gga asked me, “how the f*ck does it feel to famous?”
no seatbelt on in the black truck, smoking car crash
shoot a ak, this b*tch loud like a trainwreck
point at a b*tch in the crowd, let lil’ gang hit
uppin’ out the hip, fan, that that quick aim sh*t
lil’ lazer fye gang, we on that gang sh*t
pair that black [?], and the weed, and the wind hit it
don’t pull that sh*t out if you not tryna sell it
p*ssy*n*gga not tryna link, stay on reddit
tec gun, p*ssy*n*gga eat on my belly
clutchin’ on that bih’ when i walk, i be ready
told n*gga don’t play with my dog, he ain’t friendly
check out my scope, it op, i got two attach’
on the backroad, twin tryna spite the flexin’ scat
scat rat n*gga in the whip, cardiac arrest
capture these hoes, hit that bih’ with my best hat
all these trolls, these just typin’ and tweetin’, these n*ggas not really tryna get up
put yo’ hands up, we jump out, finna stick this b*tch up
tryna smoke when i come out that truck
i just went broke, gotta run this sh*t back up
i’m on outside, get in with me
[outro]
f*ck, f*ck

- lazer dim 700 lyrics

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