lirik lagu lazer dim 700 - oxy
[intro]
(wake up, f1lthy)
mp5
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[verse]
geek sh~t, fast sh~t, leave you in the past tense
equipped with this fifty~round, i’ll go ballistic
why the f~ck she keep lyin’ to me on the opp n~gga?
n~gga better not get on side my f~ckin’ whip
when i bump down, clutchin’ up my grip
lil’ twin got the l!ck, on his shoulder, it’s a chip
these speakers gon’ blow out
tell everything that you know ’bout
i seen that sh~t, but i got no eyes
n~gga think my f~ckin’ promag gon’ jam
try that sh~t, i bet it blam
big truck, pull up in the ram
on that f~ck sh~t at the function
zoom in on my f~ckin’ scope, carve your pumpkin
lil’ ho keep tryna give me throat, tell her i’m straight
pop out with this sh~t on me like i robbed a bank
your hood dead, we rode through it thе other day
high as f~ck, i just throw the pills away
ain’t tryna f~ck, i told that ho i want some facе
get out that box, soon as it’s over, it’s burned up
only reason why she wanna f~ck ’cause we turnt up
everybody cryin’ when you up, i just learned that
ain’t walk in the store by the gun, i heard that
d~mn, i need my f~ckin’ cup, i relapsed
whole city on them drugs, we need that
turnt sh~t only at the f~ckin’ box
burned up my first load, that’s no cap
every time them p~ssies move, we get the drop
plug give me the bags first, i get ’em off
different kind of plug, havin’ different sauce
these n~ggas parrots, copy all my thoughts
lookin’ like a terminator walkin’ through the mall
see the opps at the show, we start a brawl
do a spread, got these racks on my arm
i ain’t buy no ho no necklace, f~ck a charm
why the f~ck this ho keep textin’, what she on?
trash the mac, collectin’ my score streak
three different classes, switch the b~tch every week
if you try to test, ain’t spendin’ my money
this smoke be practice, i’m jumpin’ one hundred
i’m holdin’ grudges, smoke permanent
geeked up, fits tailored, makin’ turns and sh~t
b~tch hit my cellular on that other sh~t
get you for taylor park, he on that drunk sh~t
i really be on the court, i’m out here dunkin’ sh~t
hit you with this flame and you ain’t even functionin’
i’m havin’ glock, havin’ fire by my underwear
lil’ twin want on the news, he don’t even care
b~tch always tryna post, put me on the ‘gram
everybody already know when i’m in the town
on that block right now, we be hangin’ out
went to sleep in that box, they tappin’ out
i been keepin’ it real from the jump start
then you havin’ that lottery ticket
they gon’ chase you through the hood like lorenzo
when you jump in your whip, put your seatbelt on
on that f~ck~ass sh~t, you on spook sh~t
he gon’ spray a whole group, he don’t know who he hit
i just ran out my racks, now i’m too legit
these f~ck boys don’t even know who they f~ckin’ with
yeah, i’m comin’ through
come through in a bp truck
and my blunt is motherf~ckin’ stuffed
i got glock, i’m not tryna tussle
at the show, they pull on my t~shirt
big bank roll, it makin’ my feet hurt
drop the pack out the dock and we skeet off
got a lil’ smg and it fast as f~ck
gotta drop the window ‘fore you pull up
i can’t wait for no pape’, i go get it
make your ho tat the gang on her titties
i been tryna this b~tch out on the back porch
you f~ck n~ggas rats, feel like g~force
i don’t pay for no tats, i get wrote on
i serve, i boost my dinero
your table gon’ turn, they gon’ turn on you
gon’ set you aflame, they gon’ burn you
n~gga not my f~ckin’ enemy, cap
pour the whole pint, i still ain’t reach my limit
every day, i’m chasin’ racks, n~gga, gettin’ it
run through the stop sign, you better hit it
set the trap up like a regular high
gang ties
the bando boarded up right now too
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