Lazer Dim 700 Clipfarming
[Intro]
Fuck, f..ck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
[Verse]
This bih' going, I don't even think she can relax, uh-uh
Now these bitches think I'm charmin', I got real racks
Uh, now he got a Demon, he clipfarmin', he clipfarmin'
And that lil' boy don't get off his weed, that lil' boy sit on it
And we know she gon' f..ck on the gang 'cause we got big money
Uh-uh, I drive the whip, get out my lane, it got some kick on it
Even if I pop out with my gang, I got my stick on me
I can pop out dripped in anything, I put my twist on it
And you ain't got no money, you Bitcoinin', you Bitcoinin'
He got racks, he still lame, that nigga been corny
Bruh, they got me drunk, but I can't hang, I damn near fell over
Told her we can do a campfire, bring marshmallows
I prefer the weed, I gеt high, I gets mellow
Fine shit introducеd me to her gang, I'm like, "Hello"
Uh-uh, you can look inside my cup and see the drugs in it
And I'm slidin' through, racecar, this is not no Bentley
I was gon' push up, but she stay far, she on another planet
Nigga copy drip, spacebar, they don't even try to switch it
Nigga tripped out with his clothes, nigga futuristic
Nigga probably sold thirty 'bows, still ain't made no money
Nigga do anything for these hoes, they don't even think about money
Uh-uh-uh, I told my whip it too loud, when it f..ckin' running
Uh-uh, they wanna book me for that crowd, I get it f..ckin' jumpin'
Uh-uh, I pop out, I got my lil' pal, you know I ain't goin' for nothin'
In that trench, you know this shit get wild, so niggas duck they muffins
2025, this shit gettin' crazy, nigga ain't doin' no tusslin'
A nigga think he showing me somethin', I been doing it, I been doing that
Long way from my home, cause LAZER been tourin', I been tourin'
Talk 'bout she ain't goin', but she been goin', she been goin'
Cappin' to yourself, I been knowin', bitch, I been knowin'
Uh, it's a lion in my whip, my shit been roarin'
I just shot my shot, fine shit, and I been scorin'
My lil' fine shit, a size six, in them new Jordans
I just popped up, proud pick, finna make her look bored
I already know that bit' was for the gang, that how she move on
Uh, we get blinded by my chain, I'm flashed like shit
Show the folks the pieces on my neck, now the lights fixed
Nigga cappin' like he got stripes, but wanna type shit
I ain't spent them racks for real, I spent some light shit
Find out his ho was goin', he wanna fight quick
I can hear 'em cappin' down the road, fake pipe shit
I just hit the whip, the back went down and the front lift
I just post a pic, I be like "Fuck a caption"
I ran up my racks, life done changed wit' this rap shit
[Outro]
Fuck, f..ck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
Fuck
Fuck, f..ck
