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lazer dim 700 - know freestyle lyrics

[intro]
real trap sh+t
f+ck, f+ck, f+ck
uh+uh

[verse]
sippin’ on drank got me wobblin’, yeah
catch a big brain, she got a bobblehead
middle of the hood, takin’ f+ckin’ meds
i wake up with these straps in my f+ckin’ bed
run a n+gga down for his sh+t, he gotta run away
p+ssy n+ggas fishy f+ckin’ greedy, he a f+ckin’ fake
make it rain in that f+ckin’ b+tch, gotta break the bank
shoot a n+gga if he tryna take, what the f+ck he think?
turn a n+gga brain to lasagna, bust his f+ckin’ brain
p+ssy n+gga lookin’ for lil’ lazer with the f+ckin’ gang
or probably f+ckin’ on your b+tch (your b+tch)
or probably countin’ this sh+t (sh+t)
and i still trap that b+tch out on a rainy day
this the drank in my f+ckin’ stomach, i ain’t gainin’ weight
parched+ass blunt, what the f+ck? throw the blunt away
what the f+ck you think i’m finna pay for a pint of drank?
catch you with autumn, we slime out your whole gang
i don’t supposed to be drivin’, i’m still on the freeway
pull up surprisin’ just like it’s your b+day
need to free lil’ bruh, then we pop sh+t on three+way
n+ggas sendin’ smoke up and they duckin’ and sh+t
they done let the gang in, we got sticks in that b+tch
all on drugs, i’m on all this sh+t (all of these drugs)
n+ggas be hoes, these n+ggas ain’t on sh+t (n+ggas be hoes)
too many hoes, these b+tches get flipped
pull up and f+ck on your b+tch, then i dip, yeah
we pull up and air the block out, yeah
we pull up and air your sh+t out
dripped the f+ck out, can’t pr+nounce what i wear
two different za, blow this sh+t in the air
yeah, two different hoes, that’s a pair
yeah, i’m poppin’ out, got awareness
ballin’, fire hot like a furnace, yeah
keep the b+tch goin’, it be runnin’, yeah
50+round in my backpack, yeah
n+ggas can’t come to my block, no
any little ho gotta f+ck, lil’ bro
on the stage, hand me that mic, my trophy
n+gga pull up, tryna spike my motion
finesse god, i been workin’ my other one
breakin’ in, i been with my lil’ brother
perc’ 10, they gon’ ask you want one
geek fiends on my block, they just get high
n+gga might try to rob my plug, i gotta walk ’em out
whole gang on these motherf+ckin’ drugs
dripped the f+ck like i just walked through a puddle
shoot through that crowd, better get out that huddle
b+tches gon’ f+ck ’cause my neck full of water
air your sh+t out, we pull up with these cutters, yeah, yeah
i’m smokin’ on motherf+ckin’ za, yeah
i’m smokin’ that motherf+ckin’ za
man, this stuff lit, i can’t give up that drop
five percent tint, f+ck that ho at a park
straight to the trench, i get back to that block
beat down her block, my speakers gon’ knock
f+ck, f+ck

- lazer dim 700 lyrics

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