lazer dim 700 - wigan out lyrics
[intro]
f+ck, f+ck, f+ck
(you f+cking idiot)
hey, f+ck, hey watch out, hey watch back
[verse]
push to the trap spot, i need me some zaza
you tryna fuss, you condone in that rara
n+gga tryna tax for the weed, he get took off
told the play i had it, just come to the dugout
you tryna cap, tryna flex like you bug out
i got a bl!ck in a clubhouse, i’m scared
you can play round, just don’t play wit’ my bread
snake him out, they thought the smoke was dead
real za’ i’m smokin’, n+gga havin’ unlead
n+gga pop a perc’, that sh+t get to his head
before i leave the spot get the bl!ck off the bed
i don’t wanna talk about it, we can gon’ and do the sh+t
boy you a b+tch, who the f+ck n+gga foolin’ wit’?
i ain’t gon’ cap, the za’ got lil’ lazer dim satisfiеd
boy you a jugg, better not find out you terrifiеd
i get the munyun i’m really gon’ be poppin’
i can put some sh+t on this beat, got this beat knockin’
i just black out my clothes on l!cks, i be chocolate
n+gga can’t keep up wit’ me ’cause i keep droppin’
i just ran down on a l!ck, gotta pickpocket
f+ckboy ain’t never dumped the fire, shoot the stick sloppy
i just might trip out, might lay on the ground
push to my sneaky link, i’m stuffin’ her mind
i ain’t payin’ sh+t, what the f+ck is a fine?
drop on the daily, i f+ck up they mind
n+gga tryna bite, b+tch, i’m one of a kind
f+ck the smoke i just want racks, that munyun
switch up my drip when i touch me some hunduns
i just want visuals, just show them to me
catch his ass down bad, he loafin’ i see
switch up my face, boy, you know this ain’t me
n+gga tryna get on a open wit’ me
send a backend, boy, you know we can run that sh+t
n+gga tryna troll in my dm on funny sh+t
take out yo’ gang, shoot the folks who you runnin’ wit’
i had to run from a play like i’m sonic, b+tch
push to the hood, n+gga know we got h+lla sticks
mini store on the corner, get me a beverage
lil’ twin do the l!ck, no doubt, he never ditch
n+gga tryna post me for clout, now i’m yo’ favorite
get out the way when lil’ lazer shoot, i didn’t label it
i just want anything on a l!ck, get yo’ cable took
you f+ck with this sh+t, b+tch, you know i ain’t lyin’
bl!ck in my jacket but this coat ain’t mine
mini draco kinda’ big, i can’t tote ’round
come to the shed, get served at the shed
fine sh+t choosin’, she look at my head
i don’t got no bed, i got a airbed
hit at his top tryna leave his hair red
boy, you bl!cked up, why the f+ck is you scared?
i ain’t even nervous, i wig out you know it’s me
cold as f+ck outside it’s like four degree
go to the store, get a gar then i fold up weed
i’ma keep droppin’ ’cause i’m not where i’m ‘posed to be
hit him cross the head wit’ another hit, you gon’ notice me
build this sh+t up from the ground, wasn’t no coachin’ me
better not wig out when a f+ck n+gga approach me
[outro]
f+ck, f+ck, f+ck
(you f+cking idiot)
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