Teledysk

Teledysk

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
LAZER DIM 700
LAZER DIM 700
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raim Izmailov
Raim Izmailov
Composer
Devokeyous Hamilton
Devokeyous Hamilton
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ycboi
Ycboi
Producer
Drew Kelly
Drew Kelly
Recording Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I gotta pick my block back up (back up), drug got me fucked up
Don't know where my plays go, where they at?
Drip on my back, fuck you mean? (On my back)
I lose drip, I don't shop thrills (don't shop)
This and that, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout? (This and that, this and that)
**** geeked up at the wrong spot (at the wrong spot)
Get your hits up, you in the wrong spot
You got your heat in your pant
Bring it out, I ain't have to bring my fuckin' bands out, she gon' fuck
Lock the shit in the rain and we wet the whip up
Big shit, hellstorm, wet the whip up (hellstorm)
Count back, in the tent, catch a blaze out the trap
Different designer, I be in on
Limitless range, I be heaven shined (I be heaven shined)
Gotta check my fuckin' clip, switch it out
Flood anything I put on
I'ma trip and I fuck on my phone with that couch
Yeah, I know that ho and her **** come fuck some
So I got my chain in your hood, I'ma talk nice (I'ma talk)
Watch how my chain, I'ma bust whack, bust whack (bust whack)
Pull the racks up, I AC on that sled
I'ma be mad as fuck if I don't take my meds
Do a floor to spread, racks on my head (racks on my head)
Layin' lil' white, take you outta bed
When I first see you, I jump out, I mean it
Everybody geeked up, geeked up, geeked up, ain't no time for a feature
Better pull your pants up, you better not reach (not reach)
Rich bitch, they gon' up on my leech (on my leech)
Whole gang, we get racks by any means (any means)
Bitch wanna yell, make a scene (make a scene)
Sick and stick, I only wanted his bean (his bean)
Fell in love with drugs, drank and lean in my dream (drank and lean)
**** kept it fucked, why that head on green?
Freak hashtag, this ain't no prop (hashtag, hashtag)
Why these **** keep texting?
This bitch a opp (bitch a opp), having racks in water, I'm a thot (I'm a thot)
Real trips, it ain't no ordinary stuff (ordinary stuff)
We gon' shout up here, we gon' break the bar
I'ma do my thing, make this bitch rock (make this bitch rock)
If we serving anything, he can re-rock (we serving anything)
Fat car, motherhood, they say kilo (they say kilo)
Off the joint, fall out to the detox (to the detox)
It's the power, they get out these drawers (out these drawers)
They be frownin', we hit at his mug
Drippin' fuck like I.J. got at the tour
I do a three-two with the popper, girl
**** stoned, that lil' fuck right in the ceilin'
Sweet lick, you should not wanna be one
Money bought all the problems (money bought)
Money spread, and this shit fallin' (this shit fallin')
Polo shirt look like Lamborghini
Real drinkin' hat, I don't drink martini (drink martini)
First time you tap out with a drink, you be leanin'
I used to thot, chain my neck (chain my neck)
I used to be a sassagon, I look like a viking (I used to be a sassagon)
On Provence bike, that shit be spicy (be spicy)
I'll scrape like a Wraith and hit it on a twin ride (on a twin ride)
With my chains on, chains on, **** cruisin' up, whip
I be geeked up, spreadin' snakes on you (geeked-geeked up)
Put your kicks down, kick up on your back
Got this shit for real, this is not no drill
Came up out that basement, I'm always here
It's a fuckin' raid, we invade
Better listen to your big homie Sensei
Smokin' blacks to the fade (to the fade)
I be tryna make her do it per day (do it per day)
All the bitches told me she love my scent
Got Antonio with ride, it's a win-win
Top six, ride on that lace
Post it up, we tryna act every day (every day)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: Devokeyous Hamilton, Raim Izmailov
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