Lazer Dim 700 Brokin Bonez
[Intro: LAZER DIM 700]
Fuck, f..ck, f..ck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
I got my Glock on the bed right now
What you, what, like, what? Like me
Wi-window, window tinted, but you, uh
We can link anywhere, though, like, like in a box
I was talkin' 'bout, ayy-ayy, what? Ayy, what? Ayy, what?
I'm talkin' 'bout, I'm talkin' 'bout, I'm talkin' 'bout I'm ready to f..ck
[Verse: LAZER DIM 700]
And we can link and battle
Niggas be shootin' they Glock and run backwards
Nigga say he got our drop, his exact words
I told my whip, it's a freak, it gon kiss the curb
Look how he servin' his weed, he backwards
I swear they green, they Green Bay Packers
Snatch off the seal in the whip, it's factory
Fuck nigga raisin' his voice, he cap to me
We finna smoke and post up where yo' captain be
You got a purse for what? Where yo' blick at?
I hit my whip and didn't give a f..ck if you sit back
Nigga think I'm puttin' that shit on, whеre yo' bitch at?
Get in the crowd if I feel likе they f..ck with me
Put yo' blick in the bed, not where yo' dresser be
Told the lil' boy he scared, nigga ain't nothin' to me
Spray down the group if they push up a hunnid deep
This some bullshit, that za' ain't nothin' to me
Nigga spooked to shoot, throw yo' lil' gun to me
Check the roof, I think that's where yo' money be
Cap to the fine shit, turn off my honesty
This week I touched a whole lot, this a money week
I know somebody gon' get touched, they a hunnid deep
I ain't servin' shit, spend it on my feet
Get bad hoes, put my whip in the street
Puttin' shit on, my drip too elite
Everybody wanna do a song, want a feat
Nigga think he the only one on f..ck shit, I'm on beat
Every time I do a lick, trap shit, I get geeked
Every time he speak, cappin' what he speak
Nigga not drippin', tacky what you be
Harsh-ass blunt, I throwed it out the V
I told the producer he psyched how he made this beat
Glock havin' glow sights, I can see
Bitch said I'm not her type, she can't read
Buck the box, open the door, I can't breathe
Eyes in the back of my head, you can't sneak
Smoked the shit last week, I was still geeked
Said she ain't goin', get out the B&B
Whip out a air horn if she fall asleep
Sit 'round the game and smoke up all they weed
Shit ain't change my drip and my beats
I just scratched up the street in my V
Dodgin' potholes, they can't f..ck with me
Yo' weed ain't shit, for real, it's dispensaries
Keep smokin' all that fake shit, you black out
Aftermath 12 do a chase, pop back out
Nigga don't know if I got jugged, I ain't lacked out
[Outro: LAZER DIM 700]
Fuck, f..ck, f..ck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
[?], I told y'all
What? Yeah
Call my phone then
Yeah
Fuck, f..ck, f..ck
