lazer dim 700 - wetemuh lyrics
[intro]
f+ck, f+ck, f+ck
i’m sayin’, aye check, aye check me out
f+ck
[verse]
cuddle my burners, twelve ain’t even catch that man
f+cked up the jugg, i had done messed it up
n+gga better not punch me, i bet i’ma wet him up
put yo’ life on the line, n+gga like bet it up
push him down put the stick on him, don’t let him up
come to yo’ hood do a link with the whole gang
n+gga tryna front me zips, i want the whole thing
spam the lil’ fye, when i blink that’s the whole thing
too many guns when i pop out wit’ whole gang
n+gga bettеr serve me thе za not the propane
bump now i sn+tch a n+gga pendant, let ya’ rope hang
come do a show, bl!cks in it with the whole gang
let it die down now i’m back on that old thing
n+gga been switchin’ up, they must think the code change
i know my bl!cky gon’ slam on a veteran
you soft and you fallin’ apart, that boy federant
trap out the zip first day, gotta catch up
catch a opp down bad, n+gga get wet up
this for real, think about it, yo’ twin like back up
n+gga get k!lled twice, n+gga tryna act tough
n+gga get hit with the burner, he like help up
when i get money on my drip gotta catch up
i know she goin’, she look at my feet up
lil’ zay snuck the bl!ck in the party, got my heat up
come to the back of the alley get beat up
n+gga ass tripped out drivin’ with the seat up
fasho, just tell me it’s smoke i’ma eat up
i’m tryna be sl!ck, now i’m fake geeked up
take you down when you relax, yo’ feet up
everybody in one car, this a deep truck
boy you psyched out, n+gga hold up, n+gga back back
put some money down and got scammed, you on blackjack
find me a zombie on pinners and i tack that
put me on a flyer at yo’ party i’m at that
i’ma up first so i never gotta wack back
fine sh+t took the merch, can’t get my jacket back
n+gga seen nun’ but black face, this a black attack
n+gga havin’ smoke wit’ my family, i’m matchin’ that
you don’t need to drive that fast, let me drive that
i went to sleep, i was geeked on the drive back
come through the alley sh+t sweet, he a prize pack
i f+cked around and got high, i couldn’t drive back
sn+tchin’ yo’ whip v8, let me slide that
came in the store with the drac’, i can’t hide that
when twin take yo’ fye i’ma scam if you buy it back
two clips, i got a clip right beside that
if you seen what i seen you wouldn’t wan’ get yo’ eyes back
everybody have they days, get beside that
too many fine sh+t, don’t know where my wife at
come to the hood where the sh+t gon’ get live at
ugly ass face, my drip make up for it
try to spin in yo’ whip, shots come right through it
he ain’t mean to do it, the pot made him do it
stackin’ my money and i gotta learn how to do it
jim finna smoke my last, make him buy the wood
fast up the stick, gotta know how to do it
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