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really what's goin - lazer dim 700 lyrics

[intro]
f*ck, f*ck, sh*t, k, sh*t, aye

[verse]
zaza zips get off fast, ain’t no sittin on za
word around town, fast gang havin h*lla glocks
p*ssy b*tch ain’t steppin out with fast, you gotta hit yo glock
lil buddy came and ran on him a bag, now it ain’t no drought
all that fake poppin gon get these n*ggas aired out
in the [?], fast don’t lack, got on f*ckin black
don’t take no shortcuts in our hood, take the long route
had his buddy rat just to snake him out, now he got long mouth
buddy caught a k!ll down bad, we celebrate
lil buddy just wanna show me he gon stuck, he drop down eat yo face
we ain’t have no f*ckin’ money, in the trap we [?]
40 cal knock a n*gga down, can’t even get up now
she wanna get up with lil fast cause they run the town
i gotta show somewhere up, wе gon pull up tec
lil buddy went and bought some za, hе tired of servin plat
i told him he ain’t gon catch no play, he keep on servin nat
havin zaza in the city, can’t forget these racks
havin real motion, sip on real potion
caught a k!ll
got a bone break with me, drop down in the battlefield
fast’ll leave a n*gga dead, holes all in his head
p*ssy b*tch want tell me that it’s smoke, b*tch, i’m finna smoke
i got too much paint to lack, my bl!ck go where i go
fast gang done turned to sum else, i built this sh*t from flow
any p*ssy boy wanna take my life, p*ssy let me know
if they got ups on me, i duck, that don’t make me no ho
if you try to f*ckin spin, flip yo finfin
put these racks inside the f*ckin trap, i might invest in ten
you can’t lack when it get dark you better have yo twin
told her put them cameras down, i got too many hoes
p*ssy act like he want smoke with fast, just let me know
off whites on my feet, n*gga can’t afford my f*ckin feet
we ain’t had wock in weeks, me and lil gang finna do a k!llin spree
too much f*ckin motion
we be happy to do them k!lls, happy to do them drills
run into lil fast, fast runnin to the top, villain
hit that boy in his head, with his blammer, now his top spillin
i think i got my powers back, last week couldn’t rap
gang where the f*ck the pills, lil bruh say where the pills
i treat this sh*t like any day, i’m really in the field
any where i f*ckin go i’m down to catch a k!ll
how the f*ck you trappin but still servin from the old pack
i might switch to f*ckin [?], change yo car to black
ion even pop out with my money the day i brought out racks
i ain’t even get to pop out with june, wish god could take me back
lil bruh say what them shoes cost, look like i spent some racks
it was up to you, you had to make a choice, now you chose
catch you lackin in the [?] and the glizzy rip yo clothes
i might punch you in the face with fye, i know these n*ggas hoes
[outro]
f*ck, sh*t

- lazer dim 700 lyrics

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