LAZER DIM 700 – boxhed Lyrics

 LAZER DIM 700 – boxhed Lyrics

[Intro]

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

I'm high as fuck right now

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

[Chorus]

Nigga pull a whole lot of racks out right now

Three chains on, my neck a lil' iced out

Turn this shit up, finna burn down the fuckin' house

Bitch keep callin' my phone

Had to tell that ho I ain't doin' no cakin'

Walkin' down the road, under my arm, I got the Glock, though

Jumpin' in the crowd, if I see smoke, act slow

[Verse 1]

I'm a problem child, somehow I can rock those

Sit the fuck down, you makin' that cap shit

Fucked up when they been screeching around shit

Get behind the wheel, I might geek up this V6

I don't fuck with grammar, ain't need it, I'm true with it

You gon' get spinned, you talk with these niggas

Ooh, just drop me off half double soon

Bitch gon' top me off after I don't do one

Spin the bitch every day, buy a umbrella

I want to break the bitch, I'll have my fun with her

Anywhere we go, push, know we got a gun with us

Turnin' shit only at the fuckin' function

Smokin' all this fuckin' dope, got the munchies

All these bitches wanna lean

Whole lot of racks, whole lot of money

Box a nigga in, why you runnin' from me? (Fuck, fuck)

[Chorus]

Nigga pull a whole lot of racks out right now

Three chains on, my neck a lil' iced out

Turn this shit up, finna burn down the fuckin' house

Bitch keep callin' my phone

Had to tell that ho I ain't doin' no cakin'

Walkin' down the road, under my arm, I got the Glock, though

Jumpin' in the crowd, if I see smoke, act slow

[Verse 2]

I ain't gotta tell lil' twin to blow 'cause he on go

Same pussy hatin' in my comments be front row

Why the fuck a nigga askin' me? Nigga, I don't know

I ain't need too much, we ain't puttin' drip on it

Every time I rap, it be weed and my earphones

Everybody in my hood, I run out of flip-dots

Champagne's on the line, nigga, but I'm nobody

Dirty Glock in my pants, probably got four bodies

Seven grams goin' for a dollar, you get most of it

Bump down to my hood, got your ho in my hood

I love all my family, 12 know what's up

Up it out my pants, send this fuck boy

Pussy nigga hit, he wanna fire me up

Click the Five-seveN once just to test my luck

Escaped it so I call the black truck

[Chorus]

Nigga pull a whole lot of racks out right now

Three chains on, my neck a lil' iced out

Turn this shit up, finna burn down the fuckin' house (Burn down the fuckin' house)

Bitch keep callin' my phone

Had to tell that ho I ain't doin' no cakin'

Walkin' down the road, under my arm, I got the Glock, though

Jumpin' in the crowd, if I see smoke, act slow

[Outro]

Fuck fuck

Fuck, fuck

Ayy, ayy, fire that shit up