FASTEN

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LAZER DIM 700 - Rap, Hip-Hop

FASTEN

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[Intro] Fuck Shit [Verse] They done fucked up, let us touch some money, now we touchin' hundreds Niggas act like they want smoke with Fast, but they really don't want it We gon', I got this shit put up like Trump, this shit make you jump Bitch, I got zaza in my blunt, bitch, we rollin' Runtz 'Posed to have your blick inside the car, your shit in the trunk Pussy tried to stomp on Lil' S5, Fast Gang get you stomped I had a game night with some hoes, they tryna get me drunk Bitch, I can sell a junkie snow, got free game for unc' I bet we bring out fuckin' sticks, bet we bring out blicks Broke-ass nigga got Coogi on his 'fit, I still rock Off-White 'fits Bitch, I might walk down with my blick, do walk-downs in my drip Pussy, I was somewhere else with blicks, somewhere else with sticks I'm in the hood with dirty shit, I can't fuckin' miss Caught me down bad, on these drugs, I couldn't catch my play Promise I might run down in disguise so you can't see my face Pussy boy won't trap inside my hood, you know we buckin' plays I might draw down in a horseshoe with lil' smash gang Wocky got me on that slow-mo, bitch, I'm Fast Gang Lil' buddy caught the quickest kill ever, he havin' fast aim I might dump the clip, thirty, it got a rusty spring On this side, we got attachments, we got laser beams Tryna' draw down with your money, run off for your bag Lil gang them find out he got pape', now he ain't got no cash 12 tried to snatch me up, but they missed me Boy, I'm pourin' drugs inside the juice, shit got me pissy I really OD on these drugs, shit got me dizzy I might hop out backseat, slidin' whips, taxi Hah, you want zaza from this trap? Bitch, we taxing You wan' bite a nigga wave, just come join the Fast Bitch, I got zaza in my blunt, this 7000 gas She wan' eat my tats off my body, I ain't gon' fuckin' stop her Bitch I'm on these drugs bad Lil' gang might text me when he got it, when he got the droppy Niggas can't end smoke with Fast 'til we fuckin' stop it They want Lil' Fast to calm down, but I'm steady poppin' I spread this B-roll on my arm, this shit stupid sloppy They wan' bring a villain out, so I'm poppin' out Late night, pop out 'za, nigga can't spin, we hit his car Baby glizzy pop, this shit be loud, make a horror sound Promise gang got hella fuckin' rounds, bitch, we blow out pounds Gotta get the bag, get the money, get the fuckin' guap I just might wake up, scam a nigga, I just fuckin' pop Pop out with that Fast Gang, that flash gang, S5 gang [Outro] Promise we got— Promise I got— Fuck Shit

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