FASTY

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LAZER DIM 700 - Rap, Hip-Hop

FASTY

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[Intro] Fuck, shit (That's my boy, hunt them down, make them pay) Cut it, take her out Yeah Fuck [Verse] In a chase, we gon' get away Fast Gang got hollows today Hot shit tryna switch up your face Gotta spread, I just ran up today New glizzy, this bitch came in a case Try to take somethin', bet you won't get away Dog shit, I just ran up today Clip pokin', I can't walk in the place We been lurkin', we might rob you today Glizzy pokin', got my '40 today You ain't notice that I brought in the Drac' I know I'm dirty, I might wash out with racks Hotbox, got the scrap on my lap Zaza man, bitch, we smoke out the pack Pussy lackin', he ain't havin' his scrap What you need? You can't stand in the trap I'm a rapper, let me sit in the back Blicky pokin', like I ain't tryna lack Me and lil' gang, we done touched us some racks Slap woods when I roll up my za You can't evеn spin, we might hit at your car Seen a whip, muggin', lil' gang chase the car I hit down a road, thе glizzy go far Check man whip and I found me a scar Talk 'bout right now, we got blicks If you ain't got racks, you ain't talkin' 'bout shit Gang been poppin' out sticks in the brick Pop out Bape on me, dog shit Nigga can't fuck wit' S56 Tell bruh chill, tryna run a gigga down I done put hollows in a whole hundred round Smoke with Fast, they gon' hunt a bigga down I got glizzy on me now I got paper on me right now Lil' 7000 trim around Switch the V, he ain't even notice me When I'm high, too fine and shit Lil' bruh ran off, he a slimy bitch Gang get to shootin', you can't find your shit Gang might pop out rounds and shit Bitch got popped for fryin' 'em bricks Spilled the drank, it got me sad Spilled the Wock', it got me mad If you broke, go find your bag Ran down on you, hit your swag Brand-new V's, we went and found tags Buddy lackin', tryna flex his lil bag Switch the van then did a whip bad I'm the one gon' put the city on Fast I might rock out and of course you was mad Different guns, I be switchin' my class Better trip out if you draw down with Fast Stuff it in my pants, I don't need a bag You a pussy, bitch nigga stay mad Popped a scam, now I'm back on they ass Drop a tape, now I'm back on they ass [Outro] Fuck, shit

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