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PERFORMING ARTISTS
LAZER DIM 700
LAZER DIM 700
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devokeyous Hamilton
Devokeyous Hamilton
Lyrics
Dillian Toole
Dillian Toole
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dowin
Dowin
Producer

Lyrics

Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ay, watch, ay, watch out
Ay, let me the fuck-
Ay, watch out
Yo, come to the box, .45 on me right now
Blick, blick, blick
I burped, I thought it was throw up
Bih sick, she thought I wan' gon' blow up
**** havin' drip, shit you don't know of
And I'm having top five gun in the category
On my burner account, I'ma watch his story
My past days I been Fifa, I been kicking shit
Only me and lil' twin in the bricks
Feel like you fuck **** sleep, better wake up
Walking forward with the stick, I won't back up
First fell in love with my gun, we don't break up
Fuck ****, gamble some real money, you bringing baby bucks
Lil' bruh got pills coming, he ain't old enough
7.62 his stomach, **** folding up
**** drip bummy, I don't give a fuck
By the way I'm living, bitch think I'm toxic
Stankin' ass za, this shit rocking
Lil' bitty Gen, I can put it in my pocket
Push up on the plug, put that boy out his socket
Call the ho phone, twin phone, she blocked me
Kick the fuck boy door down, we don't knock shit
**** spooked, he like, "I ain't even got shit"
Scammed the ho', I knew the ho' was a bot bitch
I got finessed one time, not no more
I ain't spooked, I'll come to your hood solo
**** walking, he got robbed for his rello
Told the bitch, if it's fake, this shit might be jello
Fuck **** capping, my opps marshmallow
Blow up your household, now you want Zillow
Gen 5, Gen 6 under my pillow
Pop out, peekaboo out the cut like hello
Red light on your face, beam ain't yellow
Come out of nowhere, some shit like Jello
Bald, beat a **** down, he thought he was tall
**** reaching for my neck, it's a brawl
Do the lick for some drugs, I collected them all
Went back down, got my munyun back
I was stuck, know how to get back from a fuck up
We gon' push up from the back like a dump truck
If a **** come to my hood, he roughed up
**** got flipped like a robber, got skipped up
Shot a **** car door and that shit bent up
**** don't know who in dark tint, tough
Three, four, walk down, they callin' it bluff
Everybody attack, got a shiesty on us
I'm too hyper to be wearing my jewelry
**** ho's, they never end their period
Sick as fuck, geeking off Benadryl
Give a fuck, I'm sticked up in the hills
My lil' partner, have him take the wheel
Fuck, fuck
Ay, watch out, ay, watch out
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Written by: Devokeyous Hamilton, Dillian Toole
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