
BULLSHARK LAZER DIM 700
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[Verse]
Bullshark killstreak hot streak finish it
Lil lazer the real black rambo i'm havin' plenty sticks
Tryna get down with the villains you gotta get up with lil gang
It's a killstreak under his belt you better not go fuck with lil gang
Took me on a incomplete now i'm like fuck lil gang
Swang through bitch you know i got aim
4000 they push up and eat them some brains
All black bape shit bitch you know they take shit
4AM and lil gang stole a car we ended up racing
Boy you brave as fuck for beefin' with lil gang
Imma show yo ass some shit you think you goin' through pain
Red tips hit a nigga noggin it might burst your brain
50 round drums they look like clocks bitch
ARP's equipped with them stocks bitch
Uh-uh Neiman Marcus shoppin' equip lil gang with choppas
Take lives hit licks for guns slash fuckin' money
Ain't gon talk bout what i spent but i done spent some money
I can't be no fuckin' trapper 'cause im a fuckin' junkie
Brought them racks outside
Brought them trips outside
A bullshark on your house
Huh That's that mystery
Cappin' in your songs bitch you ain't doin' that
Bullshark killstreak hot streak finish it
Lil lazer the real black rambo i'm havin' plenty sticks
Tryna get down with the villains you gotta get up with lil gang
It's a killstreak under his belt you better not go fuck with lil gang
Took me on a incomplete now i'm like fuck lil gang
Swang through bitch you know i got aim
4000 they push up and eat them some brains
All black bape shit bitch you know they take shit
4AM and lil gang stole a car we ended up racing
Boy you brave as fuck for beefin' with lil gang
Imma show yo ass some shit you think you goin' through pain
Red tips hit a nigga noggin it might burst your brain
50 round drums they look like clocks bitch
ARP's equipped with them stocks bitch
Uh-uh Neiman Marcus shoppin' equip lil gang with choppas
Take lives hit licks for guns slash fuckin' money
Ain't gon talk bout what i spent but i done spent some money
I can't be no fuckin' trapper 'cause im a fuckin' junkie
Brought them racks outside
Brought them trips outside
A bullshark on your house
Huh That's that mystery
Cappin' in your songs bitch you ain't doin' that
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