Jumbotron Lyrics – LAZER DIM 700

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[Intro]
Fu*k
Fu*k, fu*k, fu*k

[Verse]
Running you down, tryna pummel his drug
Woke up with blick in my bed, I’m in love
I’ma dip, you’re a motherfu*king drug
Henny blue strip, twin pop some
Earn a scholarship, b!tch get surgeoned bad, bite it up
And my hood a real trench, come over here
Deep in four, in the corner store blicked up

Catch you down bad, pipe you out, you can’t get up
Opp n!gga cocked down bad, got the s*it bad
I just feel bad, can a country guy jittle that?
Know the plug in my bookbag, that’s a Glock three
Run out of bullet, gotta hit up the gunsmith
On that fu*k s*it, wigging daily
Stupid ass price, bro, I’m not finna pay you
Slide on a model DM, go crazy
Molly pop, they won’t even tell if he blicked up
Come out the cut, you gеt walked for your (??) vet
In the trash can, I don’t trust you ’bout rеspect
I got a play, he go crazy, get threes in
They know where the trap, gotta switch up the lo’
Aired a b!tch out, make ’em get on the floor
Start a hotbox with lil’ twin, we on go
(??), they gon’ shoot like arrow
N!gga walked down in a mask, he get raced
N!gga DM’d me, talking ’bout he wanna link, he wanna smoke
None of your boy on my blunt, I ghost ’em
Not the fu*k-boy, lil’ twings posting ’em
These n!ggas pull up in a group, I hit most of ’em
S*it get wicked in the trench, so I got drum
Never see that boy with no ho, he ain’t got none
I get diamonds, put the stick in my right arm
He got so deep in that water, need a lifeguard

I’d rather kick in yo’ door, I don’t like the front
These n!ggas selling they soul, they don’t like that
Know ya lil’ ho gon’ go soon I step in
Hit a lick for another Gen
Take me to my place, her ho different
Came the dirt out my Glock, Glock specialties
Pull the drank, I just bought an (??)
Blicked up, walk to my destination
Shooting all night, the labels aggravated
Za smell hit my lil’ nose when I open that
Come out that cut with my paw, I’ma hit the b!tch
B!tch dropped the call when I spent, put some dents in it
Making all the noise outside, n!gga know they me
Making him shoot back, he call the police
Step the fu*k back, I’ma get you on your feet
Toothy guys and they crying
We gon’ head for the Blue Strip, we gon’ break this s*it down
Geek the fu*k up all the time
How the fu*k I be geeked up all the motherfu*king time?
I shoot out, yo’ kid out that motherfu*king BNB
Little fu*k-boy know they can’t even fu*k with me
Too many players, I’m going on DND
Drip the fu*k out like somebody be styling me
N!ggas better pull up to the trench or they’re wilding

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