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lazer dim 700 - n/a lyrics

[intro]
f+ck, f+ck, f+ck
mp5, mp5

[verse]
doing so much sh+t in my gen
walk a n+gga sto’, clutch a bl!ck in my hand
poor ass weed, this sh+t not on demand
try wit’ that lil fye, my pockets know i got that sh+t
waiting you to come back to yo’ house, i’m in the back of it
me and lil twin kicked down the doe’, and we sn+tchin’ sh+t
take a n+gga fye, slap his brain with the back of it
i’m the reason lil bro got his gang, he panicking
12 kicked the door, and freeze up like no mannequin
lil lazer in the hood, where the mechanic be
swiss cheese l!ck, hopping out with the arp
i’m running off door, what i do to a f+cking plane
every time we shoot, aim for his top, better duck his face
hit the hoe in the black truck, wе got h+lla sp+ce
ran off with the hoе thang, that’s a closed case
running from the jets, got hoe on my toes, ay
beat you with a glock, take yo’ cards out yo phone case
ain’t wanna f+ck i’m up in yo’ mouth like some toothpaste
me and lil twin take a n+gga down for h+lla bluefaces
we jus’ got the spot hot, gotta switch the location
hit him with the fye, he fold up like a baby
disco pant, n+gga think he in the 80s
ask that boy, “is he gonna shoot?” [?]
[?] i dropped that whip, i go crazy
12 trynna catch me down bad, they can’t f+ck with me
ain’t too many n+ggas, my gang, n+gga police
late night on that block, strikin’ for gen
50 round drum, can’t put fye on my pants
told hoe she gotta f+ck, so she trynna hang wit’ me
up my lil fye, for geeks, shoot a different 3
spread racks on my f+ckin’ tat sleeve
clutchin’ on my bl!ck, pourin’ drank stuff
i don’t f+ck out wit’ bl!ck, imma pop ’em out
and my block, this sh+t really like pakistan

- lazer dim 700 lyrics

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