Lazer Dim 700 Not My Fam Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Nigga not, nigga not my family
He not my family, bro, he not my bro
He not my fam, uh

[Chorus]
Nigga not my brother, not my fam (Not my fam)
Ducking from the smoke that Lazered him (Lazered him)
Get up in the road, I got my Glockie (Grr)
Turnt shit, only turnt functions (Turned functions)
Bitch burnt out, I need a rubber (Need a rubber)
Pop shit, they need to free lil' brother (Free lil' brother)
12 on my dick every day
Runnin' on racks, I get this shit underlay
You havin' packs, we leaving your window up
These niggas practice 'cause I've been shootin' at stuff
Smokin' on dope, a nigga gettin' high as f*ck
I shoot my Glock, it's like a trophy to me
Come to my spot, you smell that boy zaza burnin'
I done run up a lot of money
We havin' scrap, this shit, it gon' sound like thunder
Boy, I know you see choppers swinging

[Verse]
Run in your spot by myself, ain't bring nobody, 'cause these niggas be tellin' on
Double cup straight drop, we on med
Nigga put red dot on your head
Sleep with a Glock in my f*ckin' bed
In the middle of the street with the chops out
We gon' wait at your job, waitin' you to clock out
Better not pull up to the block, shit get shut down Fifty rounds in this bitch, extended clip, hot nine
Catch me down bad in the trench, know the block fine
Tip toeing to the f*ckin' lick, nigga crossed down
Pulled the plug out the f*ckin' wall, nigga took down
Nigga spooked on the f*ckin' block, nigga, look 'round, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Nigga not my brother, not my fam (Not my fam)
Ducking from the smoke that Lazered him (Lazered him)
Get up in the road, I got my Glockie (Grr)
Turnt shit, only turnt functions (Turned functions)
Bitch burnt out, I need a rubber (Need a rubber)
Pop shit, they need to free lil' brother (Free lil' brother)
12 on my dick every day
Runnin' on racks, I get this shit underlay
You havin' packs, we leaving your window up
These niggas practice 'cause I've been shootin' at stuff
Smokin' on dope, a nigga gettin' high as f*ck
I shoot my Glock, it's like a trophy to me
Come to my spot, you smell that boy zaza burnin'
I done run up a lot of money
We havin' scrap, this shit, it gon' sound like thunder
Boy, I know you see choppers swinging (Choppers swinging)

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah