LAZER DIM 700 - Greg Heffley lyrics
LAZER DIM 700 [Devokeyous Keyshawn Hamilton] Cordele, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[LAZER DIM 700 - Greg Heffley lyrics]
(Shxytsu) f**k, f**k, f**k
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out, ayy
Watch out
Brick wall
Nigga ain't never been to the project
Look at my scram, my spread, my profit
Should've never signed
Now I can't even drop shit
DND my phone while I'm makin' my hot shit
Whole hood strapped
We got blicks and they cocked back
Lil' twin scared to drop his music
Better drop that
I just get roof access, go through the stairs
I don't give a f**k 'bout no drip
I just wear it
I ain't never broke down no bag
I just tear it
Put on that black, my drip transparent
Think you psyched out
You ain't got no experience
I just pull racks out, that shit in my pants
Everybody gon' run 'cause we got contraband
Nigga can't roll, they blunts be f**ked up
Why you want smokе wit' lil'
Gang? You dumb f**k keep it in the trench
I won't argue through my music
Evеry time I choke the trigger, I abuse it
That wasn't me, I wasn't there, I ain't do it
When I stop, you smell that gas, pipe pump
This lil' beat make me wig'
This lil' beat jump
Smoked up the quety, my QP done shrunk
I know you cap, I just know how you come
Bags in the trunk
I just emptied out the trunk
I f**k with lil' twin all
My shows be piped up
Switch up my skin, I just put on a night look
Niggas gon' tell on theyselves
You write books
Lil' twin think he demonic, a night crook
Switch up the whip
I done had this bitch too long
Blicky can't fit in my pants
This bit' too long
Nigga psyched out, he see things
He must do shrooms
Get on that 'za, don't get me to wiggin'
I don't give no f**k 'cause
My drip be specific
Rapid fire dump, nigga up with a flapjack
Scalin' that Drac', only time I got backpack
Lil' twin send that drop, he like a lab rat
I just punch in the pin number, I jab that
I'ma be lit for some summers, I bet that
Hit up my fine shit, see where her neck at
Really got whip for real
I wouldn't even wreck that
Skate away from the play, take me a jetpack
F**k, f**k, f**k
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out, ayy
Watch out
Brick wall
Nigga ain't never been to the project
Look at my scram, my spread, my profit
Should've never signed
Now I can't even drop shit
DND my phone while I'm makin' my hot shit
Whole hood strapped
We got blicks and they cocked back
Lil' twin scared to drop his music
Better drop that
I just get roof access, go through the stairs
I don't give a f**k 'bout no drip
I just wear it
I ain't never broke down no bag
I just tear it
Put on that black, my drip transparent
Think you psyched out
You ain't got no experience
I just pull racks out, that shit in my pants
Everybody gon' run 'cause we got contraband
Nigga can't roll, they blunts be f**ked up
Why you want smokе wit' lil'
Gang? You dumb f**k keep it in the trench
I won't argue through my music
Evеry time I choke the trigger, I abuse it
That wasn't me, I wasn't there, I ain't do it
When I stop, you smell that gas, pipe pump
This lil' beat make me wig'
This lil' beat jump
Smoked up the quety, my QP done shrunk
I know you cap, I just know how you come
Bags in the trunk
I just emptied out the trunk
I f**k with lil' twin all
My shows be piped up
Switch up my skin, I just put on a night look
Niggas gon' tell on theyselves
You write books
Lil' twin think he demonic, a night crook
Switch up the whip
I done had this bitch too long
Blicky can't fit in my pants
This bit' too long
Nigga psyched out, he see things
He must do shrooms
Get on that 'za, don't get me to wiggin'
I don't give no f**k 'cause
My drip be specific
Rapid fire dump, nigga up with a flapjack
Scalin' that Drac', only time I got backpack
Lil' twin send that drop, he like a lab rat
I just punch in the pin number, I jab that
I'ma be lit for some summers, I bet that
Hit up my fine shit, see where her neck at
Really got whip for real
I wouldn't even wreck that
Skate away from the play, take me a jetpack
F**k, f**k, f**k
