Barnacles Lyrics – LAZER DIM 700

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[Intro]
Fu*k, fu*k, fu*k
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
Ayy, I got—, I got lil’ Goxan—, I got lil’ Goxan on this motherfu*ker
Fu*k, fu*k, ayy, watch out

[Verse]
When I get back, I might paint me a picture
Act like they with you, but they ain’t with you
Put on my Glock, it stick on like a sticker
Every time I leave fine s*it, she get thicker
Stick got some push, when I shoot, it gon’ wiggle

You don’t even catch the play, man in the middle
Anybody talk down, know we gon’ flip ’em
Lil’ twin said he want something, help me get ’em
Shots tickle you, but you ain’t gon’ giggle
12 need to free the whole gang, dismiss ’em
You work with the system, but act like a victim
Disqualify gang, on the heist, it went in ’em
Black Gen5, s*it spit Venom
This a new spread, blue racks in my Denim
Young-n!gga s*it, I just hotbox in rentals
I just told the opps meet me front and center
Stacked the whole summer, pop s*it in the winter
You on them pills, your body get thinner
Trap closed down, nobody could enter
N!gga out of sight, he acting too federal
Don’t hand me s*it, I don’t know who sent ’em
Heavy artillery, I can’t be gentle
You ain’t no fine s*it, she think she Kris Jenner
I been out wigging, but then fu*ked up my image
Miami penthouse, I stepped out the trenches
Twenty-fifth, we ain’t have s*it but some Grinches
Woke up late, brought my fye to the kitchen
That ain’t what I said, was a misconception
Speaking of smoke, you ain’t learned your lesson
Shouldn’t let your fine s*it serving s*it, blessing

Three guns, Glock 30, Irving and Stephen
Fine s*it cough like she allergic to necklace
Stole her phone, check the group chat, she messing
You with the gang, we eliminate extras
Push up on you, I won’t send out no message
Beat too weird, got me missing my exit
Oldheads on the block, always lecturing
You know I’ma get up with you, that ain’t no question
I don’t get no Z’s, my body be restless
I sold you a button, these fu*k n!ggas pressed it
Work on my shot, I try to perfect it
Emptying the spot, we had to inspect it
I ain’t joining your gang, you just gotta respect it
Everybody know this s*it get hectic
No stop, when I shoot, won’t even affect it
Run a n!gga video, let me direct it
I wrote my point back, let me collect it
I know it was wrong, ain’t tryna correct it

[Outro]
Fu*k, fu*k