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lazer dim 700 - ​bim lyrics

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[intro]
(f+ck n+ggas, you’re too slow)
f+ck, f+ck

[verse]
slime some sh+t outta y’all gang
now n+ggas tryna have a gang function
when twin ain’t wit’ me i’m still tryna bang sum’
scope on the top of my bl!ck, i ain’t never gon’ use it
sh+t make my gun look stupid
lil’ buddy in the trench tryna spin some sh+t to my music
he said lil’ fast made him do it
n+ggas ain’t usin’ these bl!cks, just gon’ head and let me use it
f+ck
hit a n+gga top say bim, steal a n+gga scat pack
n+gga might f+ck up the rental
b+tch you better [?] behind the v, lil’ fast’ll keep bl!ck on me
my clip hangin’ out my drip, p+ssy n+gga ready to tell on me
(b+tch ass n+gga)
f+ck boy askin’ around, you think we ain’t gon’ splat sum’?
p+ssy come try this sh+t
i’m outside in the black, we see you out lackin’
we capture yo’ body too quick
hit at his top, n+gga just got his roof hit
n+ggas ain’t nevеr been known to go do sh+t
bump down on you, i’m takin’ yo’ blue sh+t
easy ass l!ck, we knew you wasn’t gon’ do sh+t
draw down on a vеteran, gain you some real rep
draw down on a n+gga, think he got real work
in the trenches we got sh+t but some pills there
in the trenches, n+gga better have bills here
they got my cup dirty now i be snoozin’
i ain’t even gon’ cap to these hoes, i’ma lose ’em
get out the v wit’ my bl!ck, i’ma use it
take down fine sh+t, say she f+ck wit’ my music
glizzy like jets n+gga, sh+t gon’ dump fast
hit him in the head wit’ yo gun wit’ his punk ass
f+ck boy drop the lo, we ain’t with the chitchattin’
after i’m done wit’ yo’ ho, get yo’ b+tch back
big ass gun make you run in a zigzag
you dropped the lo now we already outside
too many bl!cks in this b+tch, this a hot ride
stackin’ my chips, i been stackin’ my hotfries
n+gga be 12, n+gga put on a disguise
you ain’t got yo’ bl!ck in the trench, i’ma keep mine
long live june, need to do me a rewind
started wit’ weed, now we stay at the drug house
buddy eat pills, he fiendin’ for all kind
red tip, blue tip, i feed you wit’ all kind
n+gga be talkin’ ’bout they steppin’, they all lyin’
any fye you see me wit’, they all mine
pull up, we get sh+t lit, let’s do a crime
f+ck



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