LAZER DIM 700 - lame fukk lyrics

F**k, f**k

Crazy ass 808's, shake the whole shit up
Smoke me some 'za
I just spark on the wake up
I gotta have racks to go to work
Get my pape' up get the f**k out
What the f**k you wan' stay for?
Snake out you first 'cause I knew
You was a fake f**k shut the f**k up, boy
You knew you couldn't bring us
Switch out the gas station
Shit had to change up
You ain't on shit, boy
You know you a lame f**k get up on an opp
Gotta switch my lil' range up
One v one, nigga always tryna gang up
I don't know 'bout you, boy
You might just change up
Lil' twin push to the hood
Just swing through you got some monion


You let that shit change you
Pitstop, roll me a blunt at the fast food
Last one outside in the hood
I'm the last dude
I ain't even rappin' for real
I done passed you joined a lil' gang
You switched on your last crew
Equip the hoodie, tryna cover up my tattoos
Racks bustin' out of me
I look like a fat dude shotgun, backseat
I'm sittin' in the back coupe
Spread monion, look lil' twin, my racks new
Shit in my blick
Tryna scratch off your tattoos
They ain't see nun on the lick
It was a black dude
Left my key in the house, I'm locked out
He stopped himself from doin' it
He copped out
The zaza got me down bad, I'm knocked out
Get up and goin' outside, I just woke up
Procrastinate on a lick, he coked up
Everybody got a fire, we blicked up
Comparin' me to other niggas
You got this shit mixed up
If I keep rappin', I'ma turn into a rich f**k
Wig out in the hotbox, I had to sit up
F**ked around and fell asleep, had to get up
Drank bubble to the top when it mix up
Shit in my blick stop a car, stop a big truck
Red beam and a flashlight on the front side
I need me some 'za
Gotta smoke 'fore it's lunchtime
Get a day pass in my hood, have a fun time
F**k about talkin', we not tryna chalk it up
Tryna snake me out
That's not what I'm fallin' for
I ran out of weed, hit the plug
Had to call him up
Fine shit said she gon' f**k
If it's tall enough
Jump in the crowd at the show, I'm ballin' up
Hit you in the stomach
Now the big boy ballin' up
I ain't got monion, yet but it's comin' up
12 be fake cap, tryna fake punish us
This a lil' bookbag, the mini Drac' fit in it
You got a fast ass whip, let me sit in it
Hit fine shit in the backseat, get in it
They like
"How Lazer keep doin' it? He keep wiggin'"
No tint on your whip, easy to peep in it
Nigga want smoke on an app, he too deep in it
I do the lick by myself, I just creep in it
Lil' twin scared to drop
Scared of the feedback
I put the fire in my drip, I'ma need that
I ain't got no 'za for the show
Where the weed at?
I know when it's time for me to dip
I can read that and I got me an extra clip
I ain't leave that
Put on that black, it was easy to drip out
Lil' twin still tryna post while the cops out
Last time I crashed the whip
Nigga had to crawl out
Nigga touch real monion, gon' ball out
Shit too locked in, lil' gang can't fall out
Nigga think I ain't got aim, I'ma fall off
Fine shit wanna be wit' me, she called off
I need visuals in my hood, come draw down
Mini store to my hood and a fun run
Ugly-ass face, you tryna look mad
You ain't grew up in the hood
You had a rich dad
When I draw down, I see fine shit
I got glass fire tucked on me
I don't know how I got pass

F**k, f**k, f**k