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letra de real fast member 77 - lazer dim 700

[intro]
on gang, on gang, on gang
[?]
on gang, on gang, i just had a [?]
on gang, on gang
frrt, frrt
all my guns in the—, frrt, frrt

[verse]
all my guns in the back, they with me
supreme drippin’, my drip ain’t thrifty
all these drugs, this sh-t startin’ to lift me
i get wig in the whip
i get wig in the whip, gettin’ shifty
n-gga gettin’ slimed out, act like he ain’t seen it
n-gga buyin’ half or more, we served that boy some meds
took some drugs, you had a bad trip
twin with me, he tryna pass the pill
‘fore he start ballin’, i give ’em that feel
before he start hoopin’, gotta give ’em that feel
run down a opp, he shouldn’t have told us where he livе
shark bites and balenciaga jackets
gucci, north facе, and supreme, big-collabin’
real drip, yo’ drip bot status
ask lil’ buddy how we dumped the maggots
ask lil’ buddy how we dumped the magazine
n-gga get finessed two times, he green
i got too far, the opp thought i was dreamin’
b-tch forget that she hot and she fiendin’
opps, we push to they drop, they retreatin’
she think she got me f-cked up, my heart beatin’
i put bape on for the first time
realtree, i put that trench on my back
i really ran up my racks, frrt
sticks, n-gga, i can show you a collection
told the ho “stand”, now she not in my reflection
i really put on drip, i clean up like inspection
smoke out her spot, have a smokin’ session
you got yo’ fire, been in love with yo’ best friend
you think i give a f-ck about a xx’ freshman?
n-gga f-cked up, i should’ve been at election
n-gga better not follow, go a different direction
i ain’t put no money in my pocket in the section
every old head thought they know me, they lecturin’
n-gga gon’ steal out yo’ store, they some veterans
n-gga better not put up yo’ soul, they gon’ celebrate
you showed me how to steal and i stole it a better way
made that boy sad, no opp can celebrate
smokin’ zaza, i got this sh-t to the face
turn to a [?], lil’ twin done got laced
you ain’t on beat, n-gga bust through yo’ place
it was spooky how the opps got away
you tryin’ lil’ buddy, lil’ buddy not the middleman
n-gga tryna hold it in, he wanna tap in
big-ass drip, i’m like, “what is you wearin’?”
i’ma try the ho, but i’m not tryna spare ’em
i don’t give a f-ck, i’ma defeat ’em if you payin’
opps gon’ be nothin’, gon’ be me in the end
i don’t give a f-ck, i’m on three different scrams
shots get off, i told her he leavin’ his friends
put on drip, i’m startin’ to switch up my stance
[outro]
frrt, frrt, frrt
on gang, on gang, on gang
frrt, frrt

- lazer dim 700

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