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Lazer Dim
Lazer Dim
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Lazer Dim
Lazer Dim
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Sey
Sey
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Fuck, fuck, fuck Check, check, check Ayy, check that boy out Ayy, check that boy out Who put this shit together? Bitch, I feel like Tony Bitch, I'm strapped with fire, I got Gen5 strapped up on me Bitch, I feel like Speaker Knockerz, when I first started out, this shit was lonely Nigga walking around flexing they B rolls They better keep saving up like lil' gang'nem ain't hungry Hit him in the forehead with fire, now his head swelling up like that boy finna turn to a pony Trap so old, gotta run out the house, when I play my music so the roof don't fall on me Niggas already biting, niggas tryna clone me Nigga can't see the fye, they think it ain't on me I'm in a hideout with scrap, nigga tryna take me down, nigga ass get clapped Nigga wanna be gang so bad, nigga tryna fit in, he tryna go do what they rap I'm on a heist, use my phone for the maps He walking up yellin', that lil' boy get popped He tryna get away, got that lil' boy on clamps I be up in the dark like I'm tapped in with vamps You touch a lil' money, you can't even share Went to the other side, nobody was there Shoot the video, give a fuck what I wear Get out the V, hold my fire in the air Boy, you gay as fuck, you always tryna stare Point a nigga out, he right over there Can't come to yo' hood without fire, I'm too scared I know he got racks, I seen what he wearing All these hoes 'round me keep staring Boy, you gay as fuck, pull up ya pants You ain't gon' shoot shit tryna look mad, nigga stay off the Xans 57 Joker, the gang be the clan Work on my aim I just practice on cans Pull out yo' pocket, what the fuck in yo' pants? Pull out that fire, catch a fire on yo' hands You put it on yo' gang, why you lie on yo' twins? Unload the spot, we get all that we can Zaza blunts in the hood, smoke it out You ain't never did that shit, why you lie? The labels 360, I'm robbin' they house Took out my face, put a clown mask disguise Come to yo' hood, do a show then I slide If we stay longer, we starting a riot You a lick in my hood, you a bonus prize Holdin' my fye, wasn't even on me, I lied I'm sneaky as fuck, bitch, I want you to try it Kick the ho out the whip, she thought she was slime Lil' gang in the backseat, I'm passenger sildin' Fine shit wanna drive us around Kick the backdoor, tell you, "Open up wide" Spend a rail on the top, put a scope onna side Hit as his top, hit at his wiggin' Playin' with lil' fast, this shit can get wicked (Fuck)
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