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sindable - lazer dim 700 lyrics

[intro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
ayy, watch out
i got lil’ gox— i got lil’ gox— i got lil’ goxan on this motherf*cker
ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
ayy, watch out

[verse]
you can’t even see me, i got on that black sh*t
i just up fire, aim, i’m like a maverick
n*gga tryna x out lil’ gang, i ain’t havin’ it
put your zip in a ziploc, we packagin’
‘za got some push, this sh*t be extravagant
‘fore i left spot, got the bl!ck off the mattress
smoked the whole blunt, nah, i didn’t even pass it
i ain’t add no attachments, i left that b*tch plastic
do me a show, i ain’t see nothin’ but flashin’
thought i was done with that ‘za, but i’m back at it
everybody step in my hood, we some jackrabbits
come to the spot, this where everybody be at
we got the drop, where you f*ck n*ggas be at?
took down in nyc, i’m havin’ drugs
try to cross me out on that play, that’s a dub
n*gga bumped down to your spot, where you was?
too many ammo, i can’t even run out
havin’ control in that whip, i won’t spun out
gotta have bl!ck in my hood, keep your gun out
12 bumped down, made everybody run out
got nothin’ to do, i got up, got my feet in
you ain’t a leader, these f*ck n*ggas followin’
shake sh*t first with the bl!ck, i won’t follow up
black truck push, where we at? they gon’ call it up
n*gga think everybody spooked ’cause he tall as f*ck
sh*t in my bl!ck, hit your stummy, you ballin’ up
lil’ twin turned to a baby, he crawlin’ up
went on that l!ck, i escape with your backend
mini uzi, mpa, this ain’t no mac*10
skinny jeans, i don’t need no play to put racks in
fine sh*t link in la, she got black friends
travel back to the hood, i just did a show
pull to the alleyway, i let the window low
get in the mosh pit, they won’t let me go
this ain’t my jacket, these ain’t even my clothes
link with my fine sh*t, i park down the road
put down that bl!ck if you can’t even control
n*gga tryna snake out the gang, switch the code
clear out the spot, we can’t bring no more zips in
12 back then cross the street tryna study us
afraid i’ma make it out, feel like i lucked up
went through a shortcut, i stepped in some mud
you thought it was that, but that’s not what it was
everybody trap at your spot if we get in
too many guns in the whip, i got ten brands
tryin’ not to wig with that fire, it demolish you
tryin’ not to wig with that fire, it demolish you
everybody lurk with they burners, they follow you
run through the hood, that mean 12 gotta follow through
loadout eat you up, loadout swallow you
this a new fire, a new bl!ck, it is sindable
sixty round on a stick, that sh*t roundable
tap in with fine sh*t if fine sh*t got some push
lil’ twin throwed off, he sit in that bush
[outro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck

- lazer dim 700 lyrics

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