Andy Lyrics – LAZER DIM 700

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[Intro]
(Mm, Trill got that juice, n!gga)
Fu*k (***)
I’m, I’m on? Like, like, we on— I’m on here?
Fu*k
I’m on? They got me on? Alright
Fu*k, fu*k, fu*k, fu*k
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
I’m on, like— I’m on?
Fu*k, fu*k
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
Hahahahaha

See, I know what to—
See, haha, see I know what to do right here, I know what to do right here
Fu*k

[Verse]
You gon’ catch me outside, you gon’ fu*king see me
I know you done changed, I can fu*king peep it
I could’ve been spinned the other side, I just need a reason
My music play in Spain, I’m just fu*king speaking
N!gga see you in that range, n!gga leave you leaking
Lil’ twin ain’t insane, it’s for social media
I tried to stay up for that breakfast, my hotel room messy
I can’t get too happy for tonight, I just might burn my blessings
And I only put on black, s*it, I don’t even need accessories
Then I spent a five in Saks Fifth, I had to take a second
You can’t get revived when you get hit with this MAC-11
I thought your square was on your arm, why you pull out
[chrome?]
I just smoked the spot, they detect with a smoke alarm
I just post a drop, told an opp come and spin a car
N!ggas pillow talk and cockblock, but they don’t make it far
Anything could be easy in your life, you just make it hard
I can’t even sleep, I got drügs in my fu*king heart
You can’t even sleep, you got pain your fu*king heart
She can’t even sleep, she got pain in her fu*king heart
I just put a spread with a spread, I just made it more

Told you, “Eighty-five for that seven,” you gave me eighty-four
Where the fu*k you reside? We gon’ mail it, put shots at your door
I just smoke that ‘za, I be geeked, I be fu*king cooking
I ain’t never gon’ get my regular life back, too many fu*king buckets
I just put on black, I attack when you ain’t even looking
Look inside the mirror, I jump back, I just seen a boogie
N!ggas ain’t even that, they just act, they be really Ruckus
Over here, your face card bad, your face card bad
Over here, my face card straight, my face card good
N!gga ain’t help me run up no pape’, but it’s all good
N!gga got a name on his foot, it’s his big homie
N!gga got a name on his foot, it’s his big homie

[Outro]
Fu*k, fu*k, fu*k, fu*k, fu*k
(Mm, Trill got that juice, n!gga)
(***)