Lazer Dim 700 Real Fast Member 77 Lyrics

[Intro]
On gang, on gang, on gang
[?]
On gang, on gang, I just had a [?]
On gang, on gang
Frrt, frrt
All my guns in the—, frrt, frrt

[Verse]
All my guns in the back, they with me
Supreme drippin', my drip ain't thrifty
All these drugs, this shit startin' to lift me
I get wig in the whip
I get wig in the whip, gettin' shifty
Nigga gettin' slimed out, act like he ain't seen it
Nigga buyin' half or more, we served that boy some meds
Took some drugs, you had a bad trip
Twin with me, he tryna pass the pill
'Fore he start ballin', I give 'em that feel
Before he start hoopin', gotta give 'em that feel
Run down a opp, he shouldn't have told us where he livе
Shark bites and Balenciaga jackets
Gucci, North Facе, and Supreme, big-collabin'
Real drip, yo' drip bot status
Ask lil' buddy how we dumped the maggots
Ask lil' buddy how we dumped the magazine
Nigga get finessed two times, he green
I got too far, the opp thought I was dreamin'
Bitch forget that she hot and she fiendin'
Opps, we push to they drop, they retreatin'
She think she got me f*cked up, my heart beatin'
I put BAPE on for the first time
Realtree, I put that trench on my back
I really ran up my racks, frrt
Sticks, nigga, I can show you a collection
Told the ho "Stand", now she not in my reflection I really put on drip, I clean up like inspection
Smoke out her spot, have a smokin' session
You got yo' fire, been in love with yo' best friend
You think I give a f*ck about a XX' Freshman?
Nigga f*cked up, I should've been at election
Nigga better not follow, go a different direction
I ain't put no money in my pocket in the section
Every old head thought they know me, they lecturin'
Nigga gon' steal out yo' store, they some veterans
Nigga better not put up yo' soul, they gon' celebrate
You showed me how to steal and I stole it a better way
Made that boy sad, no opp can celebrate
Smokin' zaza, I got this shit to the face
Turn to a [?], lil' twin done got laced
You ain't on beat, nigga bust through yo' place
It was spooky how the opps got away
You tryin' lil' buddy, lil' buddy not the middleman
Nigga tryna hold it in, he wanna tap in
Big-ass drip, I'm like, "What is you wearin'?"
I'ma try the ho, but I'm not tryna spare 'em
I don't give a f*ck, I'ma defeat 'em if you payin'
Opps gon' be nothin', gon' be me in the end
I don't give a f*ck, I'm on three different scrams
Shots get off, I told her he leavin' his friends
Put on drip, I'm startin' to switch up my stance

[Outro]
Frrt, frrt, frrt
On gang, on gang, on gang
Frrt, frrt