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letra de g2g - lazer dim 700

[intro]
hahaha, ayy, yeah, [?]
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck
(let me steal [a store?])

[chorus]
pull up on ’em with that chop’ out (b-tch)
shootin’ fifty round, drunk a certificate
[?], we just cl!ckin’ sh-t
p-ssy n—- never pop out (brr)
ammo in my bookbag, pockets got bullets with me
pop out, turn that lil’ sh-t up, but you got up wit’ me
i came runnin’, lil’ bro with me, these n—- rookie
drunk outside a striker, v got my rifle with it
p-ssy n—- typing essay, typin’ tweet
lil’ bro restin’ up if he reach for cuban link
wreck your whip, i scratch it up like dvd
this ain’t f-ckin’ ca, c-d-c-d-d

[verse 1]
sn-tchin’ yo’ phone, you can’t text in dis’ bnb
drop down the top, face first, you a party animal
binary shoot like a breast, it got two blast
trap house comin’ in hot, that bih’ too fast
whole gang lockdown, talkin’ like a durag
still talkin’ ’bout the same sport, i can’t move past
get up with me sitting in traffic, i’ma do ya ass
ugly-ass fade but she thick, so she get a pass
check a n—- jacket for a bl!ck when he walkin’ past
find out a n—- has a zip, so we stalk his ass
anywhere i go, i got fye, ion’ got bodyguard
n—- buyin’ number one slots, they ain’t goin’ hard
bucked out on a label, now i can drop any song
you steal stats, now a n—- that been hung
sittin’ ’round in the f-ckin’ chop’, tell you, “try to run me”
everywhere i go, i’m dripped out, i know these b-tches want me
[?] smoke sh-t, sippin’ out, boy, you not a stoner
pullin’ out a motherf-ckin’ lot, i just spent a hundred
a-time n—- shoot the fye, i’ma finger f-ck it
these hoes really a.i. like plankton girl
put on they clothes, i’m dripped out, i’m like saint laurent
stand on whatever you rap, this a dangerous world
my lil patna’ do scams, he need some bank referrals
this sh-t we got, they gon’ think we some terrorists
money spread racks fallin’ out, i’m embarrassed
lil’ twin spin your f-ckin’ block like a ferris
weigh a number good, come for waffles, got carrots
too many fine sh-t, probably never get married
stand around chasin’ no pape’, you afraid
these n—-s smoke like an eighth of that gas
[bridge]
(this sh-t really, this sh-t really smokin’ though)
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck
(they like this sh-t really smokin’)

[pre-chorus]
this sh-t not that f-ckin’ real when you drag it
soon this ho push up, this ho turn to kaepernick
i know that ho gon go, she wanna rapper n—-
jump out that v with that chop’, i been choppin’ sh-t

[outro]
f-ck, f-ck

- lazer dim 700

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