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SWXCHNUP
LAZER DIM 700
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I'm in the highway, my five
Them drugs was that bad drop
You got me where you think, I ain't scared of that
I had this kind of hoe
Swiss cheese, cheddar cheese
Dre on that AK-47, child
Guns bleek dawg
I'm from the 'hood, I'm quittin' for the fam
I found two from my partner
When they gon' do it, when ya'll gon' come up with a plan?
Big move like you runnin' on batteries
While I'm tryna add up my salary
It's losing value
Snap, punt, punch they head, first they gon' tackle
Nigga poppin' in my hood, they gon' jack 'em
I got my blick, I pop it
Niggas betta draw down
Niggas says draw down
I get, get all different drugs
I got a drug and a different plug
It's a pard I get and try
And I would blick in my life
Heaven trip, you know we got scrubs
This is no good
We get on drink and drinkin' that shit
Lil' Twin trip, get a blank in a bit
I want drip like psycho bitch
Get the blue scrip
I'm hanging bricks
I'm the fair one, put my hand on artillery
Plug, I be far, though he think he can tattoo me
I need some drugs to fly high just like Ferguson
Cut up and all that scattered
Dreams aside, I just left it
Set us up online and I met him
Thought we gon' pull up, gonna meet us at track meet
Meet us in an alley in the back street
Black shirts, and we that deep
We tryna fuck so she can't relax
Can't push up to that lane, it's dangerous
You try bet on gang shit
Screw that pack with one left hand
I wear black pants, I wore out my pants
Sit with the five, I drive one-handed
To hell with this shit, I get low with Lil' Twin
I can't even drive without drivin' one-handed
Sound like a pirate put a boat on her
Can't describe the fight he got in now
Kinda expression way my rent expand
Pick the gate, I won't fuck em, I panic
We're in a different way, you fuck that kind
Drug money, Federal Way, we on time
What I feel, what you sayin'?
Lazer, I just put rack in my pants
Popeye, you wont' have no racks in your pants
I got hellas I'm fixin' to roll up
Pull up to your place and I cancel that, bitch
Nigga 'bout the B's, and I get ready
Five pushups, ya'll drop, get the lead out
Five pushups, ya'll drop, get the lead out
Five pushups, ya'll drop, get the lead out
I'm down
I'm down
I'm down