lame fukk

Fuck, fuck Crazy ass 808's, shake the whole shit up Smoke me some 'za, I just spark on the wake up I gotta have racks to go to work, get my pape' up Get the fuck out, what the fuck you wan' stay for? Snake out you first 'cause I knew you was a fake fuck Shut the fuck up, boy, you knew you couldn't bring us Switch out the gas station, shit had to change up You ain't on shit, boy, you know you a lame fuck Get up on an opp, gotta switch my lil' range up 1v1, nigga always tryna gang up I don't know 'bout you, boy, you might just change up Lil' twin push to the hood, just swing through You got some monion, you let that shit change you Pitstop, roll me a blunt at the fast food Last one outside in the hood, I'm the last dude I ain't even rappin' for real, I done passed you Joined a lil' gang, you switched on your last crew Equip the hoodie, tryna cover up my tattoos Racks bustin' out of me, I look like a fat dude Shotgun, backseat, I'm sittin' in the back coupe Spread munyun, look lil' twin, my racks new Shit in my blick, tryna scratch off your tattoos They ain't see nun on the lick, it was a black dude Left my key in the house, I'm locked out He stopped himself from doin' it, he copped out The zaza got me down bad, I'm knocked out Get up and goin' outside, I just woke up Procrastinate on a lick, he coked up Everybody got a fire, we blicked up Comparin' me to other niggas, you got this shit mixed up If I keep rappin', I'ma turn into a rich fuck Wig out in the hotbox, I had to sit up Fucked around and fell asleep, had to get up Drank bubble to the top when it mix up Shit in my blick stop a car, stop a big truck Red beam and a flashlight on the front side I need me some 'za, gotta smoke 'fore it's lunchtime Get a day pass in my hood, have a fun time Fuck about talkin', we not tryna chalk it up Tryna snake me out, that's not what I'm fallin' for I ran out of weed, hit the plug, had to call him up Fine shit said she gon' fuck if it's tall enough Jump in the crowd at the show, I'm ballin' up Hit you in the stomach, now the big boy ballin' up I ain't got munyun yet but it's comin' up 12 be fake cap, tryna fake punish us This a lil' bookbag, the mini Drac' fit in it You got a fast ass whip, let me sit in it Hit fine shit in the backseat, get in it They like, "How Lazer keep doin' it? He keep wiggin'" No tint on your whip, easy to peep in it Nigga want smoke on an opp, he too deep in it I do the lick by myself, I just creep in it Lil' twin scared to drop, scared of the feedback I put the fire in my drip, I'ma need that I ain't got no 'za for the show, where the weed at? I know when it's time for me to dip, I can read that And I got me an extra clip, I ain't leave that Put on that black, it was easy to drip out Lil' twin still tryna post while the cops out Last time I crashed the whip, nigga had to crawl out Nigga touch real munyun, gon' ball out Shit too locked in, lil' gang can't fall out Nigga think I ain't got aim, I'ma fall off Fine shit wanna be wit' me, she called off I need visuals in my hood, come draw down Mini store to my hood and a fun run Ugly-ass face, you tryna look mad You ain't grew up in the hood, you had a rich dad When I draw down, I see fine shit, I got glass Fire tucked on me, I don't know how I got pass Fuck, fuck, fuck