LAZER DIM 700 - Greg Heffley
[Intro]
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
[Verse]
Brick wall, nigga 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 shit
D.N.D my phone while I'm makin' my hot shit
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 fuck '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 shit in my pants
Everybody gon' run 'cause we got contraband
Nigga can't roll, they blunts be fucked up
Why you want smokе wit' lil' gang? You dumb fuck
Keep it in the trench, I won't argue through my music
Evеry time I choke the trigger, I abuse it
That wasn't me, I wasn'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
Bags in the trunk, I just emptied out the trunk
I fuck with lil' twin all my shows be piped up
Switch up my skin, I just put on a night look
Niggas gon' tell on theyselves, you write books
Lil' twin think he demonic, a night crook
Switch up the whip, I done had this bitch too long
Blicky can't fit in my pants, this bit' too long
Nigga psyched out, he see things, he must do shrooms
Get on that 'za, don't get me to wiggin'
I don't give no fuck 'cause my drip be specific
Rapid fire dump, nigga up with a flapjack
Scalin' 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 shit, see where her neck at
Really got whip for real, I wouldn't even wreck that
Skate away from the play, take me a jetpack
[Outro]
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
[Verse]
Brick wall, nigga 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 shit
D.N.D my phone while I'm makin' my hot shit
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 fuck '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 shit in my pants
Everybody gon' run 'cause we got contraband
Nigga can't roll, they blunts be fucked up
Why you want smokе wit' lil' gang? You dumb fuck
Keep it in the trench, I won't argue through my music
Evеry time I choke the trigger, I abuse it
That wasn't me, I wasn'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
Bags in the trunk, I just emptied out the trunk
I fuck with lil' twin all my shows be piped up
Switch up my skin, I just put on a night look
Niggas gon' tell on theyselves, you write books
Lil' twin think he demonic, a night crook
Switch up the whip, I done had this bitch too long
Blicky can't fit in my pants, this bit' too long
Nigga psyched out, he see things, he must do shrooms
Get on that 'za, don't get me to wiggin'
I don't give no fuck 'cause my drip be specific
Rapid fire dump, nigga up with a flapjack
Scalin' 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 shit, see where her neck at
Really got whip for real, I wouldn't even wreck that
Skate away from the play, take me a jetpack
[Outro]
Fuck, fuck, fuck
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