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LAZER DIM 700
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devokeyous Hamilton
Lyrics
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Lyrics
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out (We found him)
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
Where the fuck the lighter at?
Uh, drank got me down bad, I'm dizzy
12 hatin' 'cause that spot be busy
Told them folks if they got drugs, get near me
Drip as fuck, I hit an opp with a semi
I'm from the trench, I go Demon 'fore Bentley
Drunk the whole pint, I'ma leave this bitch empty
Come outside, I got my fire, I'm outside
**** think he throwed, he tryna open his eye
I don't be lagged out, I got two different fires
Spin this bitch out, I can get some new tires
'Fit blacked out like I sat in some fire
Make the bitch stand down, she talkin' 'bout, "Why?"
Come 'round the gang, wanna act like a guy
Take her on a heist, I'm finna see if she some pie
My blick gon' slam, this a victory fire
Your blick gon' jam, better not bring it to the fight
**** don't understand, I'm a thief in the night
My drip expand and so did the price
Two different strands in my paper, they fightin'
I don't ever say shit, but these **** bite
Your drip lookin' spacious, you think you could fly
The plug, he think he Jamaican, he white
I got my Draco, I know this bitch gon' swang somethin'
Hit for a blick, I gotta write my name on it
Gen6 Glock, I know gang gon' want it
****, you ain't an opp, you just hang with the opponents
Make regular drip look like somethin', they gon' want it
Talkin' 'bout we opps, you not even on that
**** be hatin', but that's light, I'm on that
.223 in an ARP, mini-store lit, I got sticks in the V
Don't be capped out, you got drip 'cause of me
All these designer brands, I thought they was cheap
Designer brands, I thought they was cheap
Roll up some Zott', I lock in on beats
You is a bot, every day, you repeat
You ain't on shit, can't relate to the street
Sittin' on your 'za, you had that weed for some weeks
Give me two guns and you can get a feat'
**** better stand down, that boy better retreat
Capped out, talkin' 'bout she listen to R&B
Popped out, I leave my tire in the street
Opped out, you gettin' robbed for your weed
Shit comin', I'm havin' money disease
Big stomach, that's from drinkin' that lean
'Fit bummy, but I ain't trippin', I eat
You gotta have blick, **** hatin' in the bleachers
Up with a Gen, jumpin' out my hand
Puttin' on these brands, I'm makin' 'em trend
I just be trollin', I promise I'm playin'
12, if you listenin', this is not the man
Trench boy like I got it out the sand
Real trench shit, ****, fuck you sayin'?
Sell some weed before I put it in the pan
Know you fucked up when you put it in my hand
Know this shit yup when I break down the strand
I got some V-Bucks, I can go buy some skins
Know she gon' fuck if she drivin' a Benz
I don't trust shit, you see my fire through my pants
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
Ayy, what the fuck? Fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
Written by: Devokeyous Hamilton