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lazer dim 700 - protect da brand lyrics

[intro]
f+ck, f+ck
try this sh+t, bet your head get left in your

[verse]
try this sh+t, bet your head get left in your lap
promise to god, i don’t fear no man
rollin’ up thunder, blunt filled with too scram
h+lla+h+lla hoes, i don’t f+ck on a fan
posin’ like hoes and they wearin’ big pants
get a f+ckin’ troll and tap on his head
dirty+ass drank, it’s filled with these meds
n+gga don’t eat, i see a skeleton
tearin’ up the street whenever i come through
you ain’t gotta speak, just show ’em what you gon’ do
n+gga pulled up a hundred deep, do nothin’
whole ‘nother city, i’m outside clutchin’
b+tch tat the gang on hеr head and her body
i was in spain, i still had to f+ck somethin’
trackhawk comin’ through, sound likе a truck comin’
talkin’ ’bout the smoke, you know we don’t duck that
it was a drought in the hood on these drugs
faro wanna take me to that play, i got him a dub
drip as f+ck like i got clothes out the tub
gotta switch the glock, it’s gettin’ old as f+ck
play with this sh+t, you end up floored
b+tch light the candles up when she home
pull out the plug on the plug, we gon’ rob ’em
four n+ggas hop out with shiesties and choppers
these lil’ f+ck boys just typin’ and cappin’
ain’t sip drank, all the drugs in the mattress
cut a hole in the motherf+ckin’ mattress
i stuff it inside the cabbage
in traffic, i’m slidin’ with a bad b+tch
triggers tax, i ain’t get my tax fixed
outside on the porch late night
ándale, i get guap, it be pr+nto
i ain’t flexin’ my racks, think they got more
i don’t know nothin’ but stack and just buy drugs
you be spendin’ your racks on these hoes
we done took that boy down, now he need pole
red+tip hollow points in my clip
pourin’ drank inside the drank, it be ill
cappin’ boy, you got one, be for real
in the strip club, i ain’t throwin’, tryna f+ck
can’t sip the drank, my partner poured me up
jetpack, backpack, i go up
two packs of backwoods in a hour
make you look out your window, we the loudest
poppin’ sh+t, we still outside
pull through this motherf+cker trippin’, you wiggin’
too many rounds and it shoot for three minutes
the ladder gone, we gon’ scope out the place
i like saucin’ too, that’s my taste
and we gon’ lay low, we earned the bread
f+ck n+ggas cap like they don’t understand
pay me to promote your brand
roll up another blunt, i need another one
went to school with a freak ho, she ain’t change a bit
different kind of extended clip, n+gga can’t even name the b+tch
scary+ass n+gga pop out with a armored vest
everything g+lock, i don’t know what a taurus is
that ain’t your b, bro, probably only part of it
ain’t gon’ serve you what you want, i give you some of it
runnin’ to the peso, i grabbed all of it
in a black truck just in case try to follow us
pre+ordered drip, n+gga, had to go pick it up
drive slow through the hood, n+ggas flip the whip
[outro]
f+ck
f+ck, f+ck

- lazer dim 700 lyrics

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