fun run LAZER DIM 700
"fun run - LAZER DIM 700" is an energetic #Electronic track released in 2023. The lyrics explore themes of adventure, freedom, and the thrill of living in the moment. Unique elements include catchy synths and pulsating beats. Its vibrant sound has resonated with listeners, making it a staple in upbeat playlists.
[Verse]
Small ass gun, it's a lil' ass compact gun, I can run wit' it
Uh, pussy ass nigga scared to come to the trench
I swear to God you gon' have fun wit' me
Lil' fast in the field everyday
I would've had my lil' ass son wit' me
All my blickys hot but I ain't finna throw 'em out
This the only thing I got
Shit gon' hit yo' g spot, now he leakin' out
Ew he on his period
Lil' gang Tyrese Gibson
We treat whips like this shit Fast And Furious
Fuck boy mad I bumped down on his ho
He treat his love too serious
Oh you got racks, I'm checkin' yo' pockets
I'm checkin' yo' mirrors
Lil' gang just FaceTimed me
He came up on some shit, he always stealin'
Don't tell me whеn I put the blick in my hand
And see fire come from it, that's a wondеrful feeling
Lil' gang bound to do it, I'm bound to do it
Either way we at yo' head
Now you see black 'cause you said you seen red
You know I run off, you really be scared
You know I get off, I feed it all lead
I got the fye, I might beat up yo' head
Kick in yo' door now yo' people them scared
Run up in here, we got guns up in here
Come to the hood, we got guns over here
You fuckin' wit' opps you gon' run with them
Lazer Dim always got guns with them
Don't get scared now
Pop yo' shit, we back on bullshit
Had to change my wood grain on my Draco
And I switched the mag
Draco in my drip, that's why I sag
Tryna pop shit while he drip, put blamer on his swag
Finna block this fuckin' junkie, he keep callin' for these dime bags
Old heads ain't hittin' on shit, you already let yo' time pass
Sic that boy down with the glizzy, he runnin'
Now I tote guns, I used to be funny
Lil' buddy trippin', he swear he demonic
He won't shop [?], I want runts
Draw down on you, take yo' blunts
Trap house man, we know he gon' run
In another city, nigga know we got guns
You ain't got fye nigga, get out the trap
You don't want za nigga, get out the trap
Nigga wanna post in the trap, ain't doin' no promo
Lil' boy lame as hell
This shit I got hit yo' noggin, now yo' head gon' swell
Beat the pack out, bag bag
Nigga said he want his guns back
Nigga DM'd me talkin' 'bout gettin' his blicks back
Hit the fuckin' gas make everybody sit back
Bump down on me put a nigga in a shit pack
Gen five gen four, I'm bringin' a mix match
Boy you a bitch, nigga work wit' a dispatch
Tried to get a headshot but I got six pack
Small ass gun, it's a lil' ass compact gun, I can run wit' it
Uh, pussy ass nigga scared to come to the trench
I swear to God you gon' have fun wit' me
Lil' fast in the field everyday
I would've had my lil' ass son wit' me
All my blickys hot but I ain't finna throw 'em out
This the only thing I got
Shit gon' hit yo' g spot, now he leakin' out
Ew he on his period
Lil' gang Tyrese Gibson
We treat whips like this shit Fast And Furious
Fuck boy mad I bumped down on his ho
He treat his love too serious
Oh you got racks, I'm checkin' yo' pockets
I'm checkin' yo' mirrors
Lil' gang just FaceTimed me
He came up on some shit, he always stealin'
Don't tell me whеn I put the blick in my hand
And see fire come from it, that's a wondеrful feeling
Lil' gang bound to do it, I'm bound to do it
Either way we at yo' head
Now you see black 'cause you said you seen red
You know I run off, you really be scared
You know I get off, I feed it all lead
I got the fye, I might beat up yo' head
Kick in yo' door now yo' people them scared
Run up in here, we got guns up in here
Come to the hood, we got guns over here
You fuckin' wit' opps you gon' run with them
Lazer Dim always got guns with them
Don't get scared now
Pop yo' shit, we back on bullshit
Had to change my wood grain on my Draco
And I switched the mag
Draco in my drip, that's why I sag
Tryna pop shit while he drip, put blamer on his swag
Finna block this fuckin' junkie, he keep callin' for these dime bags
Old heads ain't hittin' on shit, you already let yo' time pass
Sic that boy down with the glizzy, he runnin'
Now I tote guns, I used to be funny
Lil' buddy trippin', he swear he demonic
He won't shop [?], I want runts
Draw down on you, take yo' blunts
Trap house man, we know he gon' run
In another city, nigga know we got guns
You ain't got fye nigga, get out the trap
You don't want za nigga, get out the trap
Nigga wanna post in the trap, ain't doin' no promo
Lil' boy lame as hell
This shit I got hit yo' noggin, now yo' head gon' swell
Beat the pack out, bag bag
Nigga said he want his guns back
Nigga DM'd me talkin' 'bout gettin' his blicks back
Hit the fuckin' gas make everybody sit back
Bump down on me put a nigga in a shit pack
Gen five gen four, I'm bringin' a mix match
Boy you a bitch, nigga work wit' a dispatch
Tried to get a headshot but I got six pack
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