Clipfarming Lyrics – LAZER DIM 700

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[Intro]
Fu*k, fu*k
Aye, watch out, aye, watch out

[Verse]
This bih’ going, I don’t even think she can relax, uh-uh
Now these b!tches think I’m charming, I got real racks
Uh, now he got a Demon, he clipfarming, he clipfarming
And that lil’ boy don’t get off his weed, that lil’ boy sit on it
And we know she gon’ fu*k on the gang ’cause we got big money
Uh-uh, I drive the whip, get out my lane, it got some kick on it
Even if I pop out with my gang, I got my stick on me
I can pop out dripped in anything, I put my twist on it
And you ain’t got no money, you bitcoining, you bitcoining
He got racks, he still lame, that n!gga been corny
Bruh they got me drunk, but I can’t hang, I damn near fell over
Told her we can do a campfire, bring marshmallows
I prefer the weed, I get high, I gets mellow
Fyne shyt introduced me to her gang, like hello
Uh-uh, you can look inside my cup and see the drügs in it
And I’m sliding through, racecar, this is not no Bentley
I was gon’ push up but she stay far, she on another planet
N!gga copy drip, spacebar, they don’t even try to switch it
N!gga tripped out with his clothes, n!gga futuristic
N!gga probably sold 30 ‘bows, still ain’t made no money
N!gga do anything for these hoes, they don’t even think about money
Uh-uh-uh, I told my whip it too loud, when it fu*king running
Uh-uh, they wanna book me for that crowd, I get it fu*king jumping
Uh-uh, I pop out, I got my lil’ pal, you know I ain’t going for nothing
In that trench, you know this s*it get wild, so n!ggas duck they muffins
2025, this s*it getting crazy, n!gga ain’t doing no tussing
A n!gga think he showing me something, I been doing that, I been doing that
Long way from my home, cause Lazer been touring, I been touring
Talk bout she ain’t going, but she been going, she been going
Capping to yourself, I been knowing, b!tch I been knowing
Uh, it’s a lion in my whip, my s*it been roaring
I just shot my shot, fyne shyt and I been scoring

My lil’ fyne shyt, a size 6, in them new Jordan’s
I just popped up, proud pick, finna make her look bored
I already know that bit’ was for the gang, that how she move on
Uh, we get blinded by my chain, I’m flashed like s*it
Show the folks the pieces on my neck, now the lights fixed
N!gga capping like he got stripes, but wanna type s*it
I ain’t spent them racks for real, I spent some light s*it
Find out his ho was going, he wanna fight quick
I can hear ’em capping down the road, fake pipe s*it
I just hit the whip, the back went down and the front lift
I just post a pic, I be like “fu*k a caption”
I ran up my racks, life done changed wit’ this rap s*it

[Outro]
Fu*k, fu*k
Aye, watch out, aye, watch out
Fu*k
Fu*k, fu*k