Greg Heffley Lyrics – LAZER DIM 700

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[Intro]
Fu*k, fu*k, fu*k
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out

[Verse]
Brick wall, n!gga ain’t never been to the project
Look at my scram, my spread, my profit
Should’ve never signed, now I can’t even drop s*it
D.N.D my phone while I’m making my hot s*it
Whole hood strapped, we got blicks and they cocked back
Lil’ twin scared to drop his music, better drop that
I just get roof access, go through the stairs
I don’t give a fu*k ’bout no drip, I just wear it
I ain’t never broke down no bag, I just tear it
Put on that black, my drip transparent
Think you psyched out, you ain’t got no experience
I just pull racks out, that s*it in my pants
Everybody gon’ run ’cause we got contraband
N!gga can’t roll, they blunts be fu*ked up
Why you want smoke wit’ lil’ gang? You dumb fu*k
Keep it in the trench, I won’t argue through my music
Every time I choke the trigger, I abuse it
That wasn’t me, I ain’t there, I ain’t do it
When I stop, you smell that gas, pipe pump
This lil’ beat make me wig’, this lil’ beat jump
Smoked up the quety, my QP done shrunk
I know you cap, I just know how you come
Bands in the trunk, I just emptied out the trunk
I fu*k wit’ lil’ twin, my shows be piped up
Switch up my skin, I just put on a night look
N!ggas gon’ tell on theyselves, you right booked
Lil’ twin think he demonic, a night crook
Switch up the whip, I done had this b!tch too long
Blicky can’t fit in my pants, this bit’ too long
N!gga psyched out, he see things, he must do shrooms
Get on that za, don’t get me to wigging
I don’t give no fu*k ’cause my drip be specific

Rap if I don’t, n!gga, up with a flapjack
Scaling that Drac’, only time I got backpack
Lil’ twin send that drop, he like a lab rat
I just punch in the pin number, I jab that
I’ma be lit for some summers, I bet that
Hit up my fine s*it, see where her neck at
Really got whip for real, I wouldn’t even wreck that
Scat away from the play, take me a jetpack

[Outro]
Fu*k, fu*k, fu*k