0436 Lyrics – LAZER DIM 700

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[Intro]
Grr, grr, grr
Watch out, watch out
Man, they, they got me fu*ked up if they think I'm—

[Verse]
They got me fu*ked up, they think I'm spending my money
Come through this b!tch with a hundred, I'm dunking
She pulled up with her ass out looking scrumptious (Scrumptious)
N!gga better not tell me no smoke, we gon' punish him (Punish him)
Thirty-round hang out my pants, s*it, fu*k it
Fu*k is that sound? Mm, what the fu*k is they shooting?
Everybody stand down, watch how we come through
I ain't spent s*it with the racks I just thumbed through
ARP come with the Gen', this b!tch dumb new (Grr, grr, grr)
N!gga slang white, take it down, what you gon' do?
Been fu*ked that b!tch, I don't even text her, she old news
Hundun without the blue strip, these old blues
Could throw away rusty, this a old-ass tool
12 tried boxing us in, we got loose (We got boxed in)
I don't trust s*it, I grab the fire then brush my tooth
Told a ho stand down, she think we locked in (She think she really sticking 'round)
You ain't experienced, get that fire out your hand (You ain't experienced)
Push up anywhere, I pop s*it with the clan (Pop s*it anywhere)
She think she safe, better not bring me her friend (Goddamn)
He really spooked, he think some bag on him
We ain't spooked, I bet we get out any jam (Get out a any jam)
Any day, n!gga might pull out his scram (Pull out his scram)
N!ggas hear shots, they ready to spread
Sent all the paper, he forgot what he said
Step on you, I will put racks on your head (I will put racks)
This ain't no squirt, I think this b!tch peed in my bed
What you think? I'm finna feed you the leg
You better not go with your move, what you thinking?
Need some new tires on my whip, it be swinging
N!gga better have them fires, this s*it get dangerous
I ain't even think I was spinning that much (Spinning this fu*king much)
I ain't even watch what I fu*king spun (Fu*king spun)
It smell like 'za, but it's a brand-new fit (Brand-new fit)
You better not push up tripping and s*it (Tripping and s*it)
We gon' push up, bring sticks in this b!tch (Sticks in this b!tch)
I gotta put on a shiesty whenever I pop out
I think I'm too popular, watching your house, binoculars
Lil' twin 'bout to attack you, I can't even stop him
I'm doing one-eighty on the highway, it making me happy
We know he ordered zips, we taking his package
My lil' twin done got s*it, he making it happen (Making it happen)
Tell the opps this s*it ain't safe, they panicking
Ain't did a show in a minute, I come back wigging
Spending racks on drip in three different cities
Fu*king hoes, I got some children that's Indian
You shouldn't have sent the drop, now they done spinned 'em
N!gga gotta spin now, fu*k what you been through
Make this b!tch get on her knees, she Hindu
Fu*k is you doing? What is you doing? You sending out shots (Sending out shots)
B!tch tryna sit 'round, fu*k is we doing when you come to my house?
Me and twin locked in, stuck like a thumbtack
You better not push up tryna get your gun back
You better not push up tryna get your s*it
Buddy put liquor in his lean, why the fu*k would he mix that?
Tryna find a easy-ass ho, where the grits at?
Lil' twin hit a lick on my twin, he might go back
You'd be a lick in my hood, hope you know that
Better not come through this b!tch, make your ass fall flat
Shoot up your job and now you can't get your dough back
Hit at his head, now that boy can't get his 'fro back
N!gga ain't having motion, he posting his throwbacks
Lil' buddy don't gotta get the word, just know that

[Outro]
Grr, grr, grr, grr