Lazer Dim 700 Boxhed Lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
I'm high as f*ck right now
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck

[Chorus]
Nigga pull a whole lot of racks out right now
Three chains on, my neck a lil' iced out
Turn this shit up, finna burn down the f*ckin' house
Bitch keep callin' my phone
Had to tell that ho I ain't doin' no cakin'
Walkin' down the road, under my arm, I got the Glock, though
Jumpin' in the crowd, if I see smoke, act slow
[Verse 1]
I'm a problem child, somehow I can rock those
Sit the f*ck down, you makin' that cap shit
f*cked up when they been screeching around shit
Get behind the wheel, I might geek up this V6
I don't f*ck with grammar, ain't need it, I'm true with it
You gon' get spinned, you talk with these niggas
Ooh, just drop me off half double soon
Bitch gon' top me off after I don't do one
Spin the bitch every day, buy a umbrella
I want to break the bitch, I'll have my fun with her
Anywhere wе go, push, know we got a gun with us
Turnin' shit only at the f*ckin' function
Smokin' all this f*ckin' dope, got thе munchies
All these bitches wanna lean
Whole lot of racks, whole lot of money
Box a nigga in, why you runnin' from me? (f*ck, f*ck)

[Chorus]
Nigga pull a whole lot of racks out right now
Three chains on, my neck a lil' iced out
Turn this shit up, finna burn down the f*ckin' house Bitch keep callin' my phone
Had to tell that ho I ain't doin' no cakin'
Walkin' down the road, under my arm, I got the Glock, though
Jumpin' in the crowd, if I see smoke, act slow
[Verse 2]
I ain't gotta tell lil' twin to blow 'cause he on go
Same p*ssy hatin' in my comments be front row
Why the f*ck a nigga askin' me? Nigga, I don't know
I ain't need too much, we ain't puttin' drip on it
Every time I rap, it be weed and my earphones
Everybody in my hood, I run out of flip-dots
Champagne's on the line, nigga, but I'm nobody
Dirty Glock in my pants, probably got four bodies
Seven grams goin' for a dollar, you get most of it
Bump down to my hood, got your ho in my hood
I love all my family, 12 know what's up
Up it out my pants, send this f*ck boy
p*ssy nigga hit, he wanna fire me up
Click the Five-seveN once just to test my luck
Escaped it so I call the black truck

[Chorus]
Nigga pull a whole lot of racks out right now
Three chains on, my neck a lil' iced out
Turn this shit up, finna burn down the f*ckin' house (Burn down the f*ckin' house)
Bitch keep callin' my phone
Had to tell that ho I ain't doin' no cakin'
Walkin' down the road, under my arm, I got the Glock, though
Jumpin' in the crowd, if I see smoke, act slow
[Outro]
f*ck f*ck
f*ck, f*ck
Ayy, ayy, fire that shit up