XXL Freshman Freestyle: LAZER DIM 700

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[Verse] You **** up, you get your rack back You **** up, you get your rack back I put down my money, I got my rack back I really be dripping, tattoo snap back He feel like he empty, he pull on his hair Touching grass, pop out barefooted On my burner, I'm on apps looking Get in bushy, he rocked up with the bush Drac' with the metal, stock need some cushion Everybody push up weight, what you pushing? Real trenches, got your whore in here cookin' Do a Florida spread in a Chrome Heart shirt Know the smoke be real, your spot get nerfed You ain't in the field, got your feet in the turf Seein' my gun rip, I need to rehеarse I'm really wig', I know the opps want a vеrse Blick by polo drawin' out of her purse It's a free for all, who gon' be first? Big Uber black truck look like Insurgent Long as I got blick, I ain't nervous Push up, clean shit up, this detergent I forgot I used to be broke, I'm splurgin' Nigga, I ain't never ask for shit, I deserve it Strike a whip, nigga, hop out, you worthless Got out the hood, I'm blicked up on suburban I 'on't got no mask on my face, where the turban? You ain't put no pints in my eight, you ain't servin' it Told the opp the smoke stunk, it permanent Talkin' shit, I could've sold it to a journalist Different drip, I got my drip from Gernamy I shouldn't have told lil' twan, he too determined Niggas watching how I move, they learnin' I use a rubber, this bitch might be burning Through the stop sign, I'm goin' one-hundred Nigga ass a bitch, he think he demonic You can hear my whip, the bitch jus' runnin' Smoked up your shit, you ain't tryna make money Drank got me heavy, I need to go vomit I feel just like the president, put me on money Slidin' through the city, my artillery coming Boy, you a bitch, I can feel it in my stomach I don't want a switch, I'm a real deal gunman I need some fine shit with an accent from London Icebox, I ain't get it from Johnny I don't like chains, I'd rather keep my money Nigga get spooked, his nose start runnin' It's a good day, how my racks just got in? All my drip black, fits be chocolate Lil' twin throwed, he gon' eat with his rocket C's in your weed, your reefer be poppin' Real trenches, I know my people be watchin' ARP, this bitch sound like a shotgun Keep it in the hood, we pack ride, hot gun Get it out the wood, just go get the hot fire Nigga really spooked, he tryna be a hot guy Get you some loot 'fore you cooked like a pot pie I ain't own my stick, we gon' jump, it got bump fire Soon the nigga think the smoke done, we gon' come by Hit me with the "Okie-doke," she think I'm a dumb guy