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lazer dim 700 - aint havin no fye lyrics

[intro]
aye (plugg)
aye

[verse 1]
we ain’t even bl!cked up, havin’ no fire
lil buddy only comin’ ’cause i know he gon’ slide
my fire got a flare, like, i know you gon’ hide
sit the f+ck down ‘fore they eat you alive
my lil cousin locked up with some knife in some pies
twin got me scrammin’, gotta call a uber ride
get out the v wit’ my lil bl!ck, i’ma use it
caught a headshot, that’s a headache
now he can’t listen to music
f+ck
n+gga tryna find out where the feds and them come from
i got some sh+t that 12 gon’ run from
n+gga bе cappin’, these n+ggas be actin’
shut thе f+ck up, ’cause this sh+t can get tragic
n+gga walk by, n+gga tuckin’ his ratchet
black mask, they just call me lil blacky
n+gga should’ve had his fire in his hand, he gon’ stack it
curvin’ clip on draco wit’ hollows in it
now your problems finished
why your fire ain’t in your hand? what if these n+ggas push up?
you don’t want say you gon’ spin
n+gga had a drug plate, rental took my dollars home
ever since i dropped up out that porch, can’t leave these dollars lone
n+gga tryna drop on my hood, n+gga, give me a sim
man lookin’ [?]
told the plug “meet me down the road,” we ain’t even need to trap out your spot
[bridge]
aye (plugg)
aye

[verse 2]
run down, lookin’ for a diamondback
take a n+gga sh+t, he ain’t findin’ that
whip too tinted, we ride in that
put the stop back on my fire, it keep jumpin’ out
lil brudda say he can’t find his bl!ck, then he ain’t poppin’ out
take a n+gga sweater, his sweater was gucci
plenty racks on me, i lowkey been [?]
n+gga walkin’ up, his face get two pieces
zaza weed, i blow that loose leaf
take that boy out if he thought that he knew me
fast game, trendy, i’m posted with gunman

[verse 3]
in my hood, worried ’bout bl!ck in my drip
sneak up on him, he ain’t even know i was here
fastgame be the trend of the year
i’ll do a feature wit’ you, give me some pills
try to run up, we already popped his wheels
i can’t trap, ’cause i smoke for real
why the f+ck he got a fire? he ain’t even tryna k!ll
me and lil gang got beats in the the booth
n+gga think he finna run out, run out on who?
all these bl!cks in my sneaky link spot, she like, “this n+gga can’t be serious”
f+ck

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