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scream mask - lazer dim 700 lyrics

[intro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out

[verse]
i get f*cking high as f*ck and you know that
n*gga pushed to the side, get decapitated
ain’t got no f*cking drugs so i’m aggregated
free lil’ twin, he fighting aggravated assault
smoking dope, smoking kush, smoke perc
n*gga got on big drip, [?] shirt
told her to link me, i’m not tryna flirt
shoot the stick, it yelling, it sound like a outburst
all black fit, put that boy on a he*rs*
they ain’t see sh*t on that camera but nerf guns
slide through alabama with the packs in the car
man, my brother going country roads, get the bowls
on the route, it’s 77, we get in mode
it’s the gang business, we on gang business
jumped off the porch with glizzy in my britches
f*ck n*gga bеtter not come on the prеmises
you come through the short cut, we blemish your image
pump faking like he up, reach his limit
the hood got drugs, its like dispensary
hit a l!ck for two bags, keep one for me
i can get any drug i f*cking need
spray can, tat the gang on a wall
hundred bands, amiri pants, calvin klein drawls
lil’ twin, i really spin them when i get involved
n*gga k!ll the witness so n0body can call
i been in your hallway, n*gga walk through your house
7*6 hit your stomach, hurt like a belly flop
hit me online ’bout some smoke, what ya talkin’ ’bout?
they lock me outside with my gun ’cause i’m playing around
catch him in alley, we run ’em down
we catch him by the alley, we run ’em down
purple jean, white forces, pull up with a b*tton down
[?], now you suffering now
told him, “get out with his gun,” he buffering
[?] on ya top, that’s why you stuttering
i got h*lla guns, go get another one
been two weeks since i shot my gun, i feel bad
soon, i’ll— f*ck it, up the clip, i’m a brat
i done went to eight countries in a shiesty mask
down bad [?] that’s the clip mag
[?]
hundred round drum pulled out my f*cking pants
p*ssy n*gga tighten up, fix ya stance
got ’em feeling something [?] n*gga fans
if you f*ck with my sh*t, you advanced
h*lla opps inside my blunt, rolled up
we too deep, but we got h*lla scr*p
n*gga get popped, from there and there
sneak inside ya spot i’ll wait ’til your there
tried on some of ya drip, i can’t even wear it
take a picture of your house, go home and i send ’em
see you take your trash out, you check the mailbox
b*tch spooked to come to my hood, she know it’s dark
last l!ck had me and my b*tch running from the narcs
bl!cked up in the passenger seat, she go drive the car
smoke this sh*t in the cut, i turn [?]
i really hit a bullseye like i’m playing darts
[?] in my za, like a bag of skittles
still pack the drugs, and i still pack the f*cking pistol
sn*tch out the smoke detector, get it outta here
still got two million monthly on my spotify
put him in the air fryer and watch his body fry
y’all p*ssy n*ggas think i’m f*cking around
y’all p*ssy n*ggas think i’m f*cking around

- lazer dim 700 lyrics

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