LAZER DIM 700 - wigan out lyrics

F**k, f**k, f**k (You f**king idiot)
Hey, f**k, hey watch out, hey watch back

Push to the trap spot, I need me some zaza
You tryna fuss, you condone in that rara
Nigga tryna tax for the weed, he get took off
Told the play I had it
Just come to the dugout
You tryna cap, tryna flex like you bug out
I got a blick in a clubhouse, I'm scared
You can play round
Just don't play wit' my bread snake him out
They thought the smoke was dead
Real za' I'm smokin', nigga havin' unlead
Nigga pop a Perc', that shit get to his head
Before I leave the spot get
The blick off the bed
I don't wanna talk about it
We can gon' and do the shit boy you a bitch
Who the f**k nigga foolin' wit'?
I ain't gon' cap


The za' got lil' Lazer Dim satisfiеd
Boy you a jugg
Better not find out you terrifiеd
I get the munyun I'm really gon' be poppin'
I can put some shit on this beat
Got this beat knockin'
I just black out my clothes on licks
I be chocolate nigga can't keep up wit' me
'cause I keep droppin'
I just ran down on a lick, gotta pickpocket
F**kboy ain't never dumped the fire
Shoot the stick sloppy
I just might trip out
Might lay on the ground
Push to my sneaky link, I'm stuffin' her mind
I ain't payin' shit, what the f**k is a fine?
Drop on the daily, I f**k up they mind
Nigga tryna bite, bitch, I'm one of a kind
F**k the smoke I just want racks, that munyun
Switch up my drip when I
Touch me some hunduns
I just want visuals, just show them to me
Catch his ass down bad, he loafin' I see
Switch up my face, boy
You know this ain't me
Nigga tryna get on a open wit' me
Send a backend, boy
You know we can run that shit
Nigga tryna troll in my DM on funny shit
Take out yo' gang
Shoot the folks who you runnin' wit'
I had to run from a play like I'm Sonic
Bitch push to the hood
Nigga know we got hella sticks
Mini store on the corner, get me a beverage
Lil' twin do the lick, no doubt
He never ditch
Nigga tryna post me for clout
Now I'm yo' favorite
Get out the way when lil' Lazer shoot
I didn't label it
I just want anything on a lick
Get yo' cable took
You f**k with this shit, bitch
You know I ain't lyin'
Blick in my jacket but this coat ain't mine
Mini Draco kinda' big, I can't tote 'round
Come to the shed, get served at the shed
Fine shit choosin', she look at my head
I don't got no bed, I got a airbed
Hit at his top tryna leave his hair red
Boy, you blicked up
Why the f**k is you scared?
I ain't even nervous
I wig out you know it's me
Cold as f**k outside it's like four degree
Go to the store
Get a gar then I fold up weed
I'ma keep droppin' 'cause I'm not
Where I'm 'posed to be
Hit him cross the head wit' another hit
You gon' notice me
Build this shit up from the ground
Wasn't no coachin' me
Better not wig out when a
F**k nigga approach me

F**k, f**k, f**k (You f**king idiot)