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lirik lagu lazer dim 700 - g2g

[intro]
hahaha, ayy, yeah, [?]
f~ck, f~ck, f~ck
(let me steal [a store?])

[chorus]
pull up on ’em with that chop’ out (b~tch)
shootin’ fifty round, drunk a certificate
[?], we just cl!ckin’ sh~t
p~ssy n~~~~ never pop out (brr)
ammo in my bookbag, pockets got bullets with me
pop out, turn that lil’ sh~t up, but you got up wit’ me
i came runnin’, lil’ bro with me, these n~~~~ rookie
drunk outside a striker, v got my rifle with it
p~ssy n~~~~ typing essay, typin’ tweet
lil’ bro restin’ up if he reach for cuban link
wreck your whip, i scratch it up like dvd
this ain’t f~ckin’ ca, c~d~c~d~d

[verse 1]
sn~tchin’ yo’ phone, you can’t text in dis’ bnb
drop down the top, face first, you a party animal
binary shoot like a breast, it got two blast
trap house comin’ in hot, that bih’ too fast
whole gang lockdown, talkin’ like a durag
still talkin’ ’bout the same sport, i can’t move past
get up with me sitting in traffic, i’ma do ya ass
ugly~ass fade but she thick, so she get a pass
check a n~~~~ jacket for a bl!ck when he walkin’ past
find out a n~~~~ has a zip, so we stalk his ass
anywhere i go, i got fye, ion’ got bodyguard
n~~~~ buyin’ number one slots, they ain’t goin’ hard
bucked out on a label, now i can drop any song
you steal stats, now a n~~~~ that been hung
sittin’ ’round in the f~ckin’ chop’, tell you, “try to run me”
everywhere i go, i’m dripped out, i know these b~tches want me
[?] smoke sh~t, sippin’ out, boy, you not a stoner
pullin’ out a motherf~ckin’ lot, i just spent a hundred
a~time n~~~~ shoot the fye, i’ma finger f~ck it
these hoes really a.i. like plankton girl
put on they clothes, i’m dripped out, i’m like saint laurent
stand on whatever you rap, this a dangerous world
my lil patna’ do scams, he need some bank referrals
this sh~t we got, they gon’ think we some terrorists
money spread racks fallin’ out, i’m embarrassed
lil’ twin spin your f~ckin’ block like a ferris
weigh a number good, come for waffles, got carrots
too many fine sh~t, probably never get married
stand around chasin’ no pape’, you afraid
these n~~~~s smoke like an eighth of that gas
[bridge]
(this sh~t really, this sh~t really smokin’ though)
f~ck, f~ck, f~ck
(they like this sh~t really smokin’)

[pre~chorus]
this sh~t not that f~ckin’ real when you drag it
soon this ho push up, this ho turn to kaepernick
i know that ho gon go, she wanna rapper n~~~~
jump out that v with that chop’, i been choppin’ sh~t

[outro]
f~ck, f~ck

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