Lyrics ROBHIM! - LAZY3X

ROBHIM!

you know I got guap
Pull up and I’m switchin lanes in a drop
Like gimme that chain cause I got a Glock
That Glock with a beam and I shoot off the hip
Got a AR-15 and that bih got a kick
Better kick like kar-
Yuh
Countin them hundreds I’m countin them fifties
And I with the glizzy (
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And my choppa got hundreds so no I’m not missin
And that nigga talk then I’m leavin him missin
Designer my walk but these
I walk in the the chopper is kickin
And that nigga like a booger I’m flickin
And just like a donkey the chopper is kickin
Lil shawty she want me she know I get busy
And that nigga talkin you know I got glizzy’s
I chop off his head cause he wasn’t usin it
Glock put him on a crucifer
He actin hard but he never doin shit
I Glock lik what imma do with it
And I walk to his block then I get to shootin shit
And I get a mop it cam with a
And he got a gun but what he gone do with it?
And he got a bitch but what he gone do with her?
He said he got grip then my niggas lootin him
Cause blood get spilled the him
I’m in the field cause my niggas be doin it
And that nigga got killed for talkin ridiculous
spinnin it
And he got a thot you know that I
I’m in the drop with a thot and I’m hittin it
And I got a Glock it shoot many men
He talk I send many men
Woah wait stop all that rappin
Woah bang stop all that cappin
That niggas in cuffs so he is a cracker
My nigga a blood so he is a stacker
My got guns so he is a clapper
Shoot with the so I had to clap her
I walk in the club I’m lookin so dapper
switchin the pattern
He tryna play games but I am a hacker
I’m sprayin like Ray the chopper
I walk in the trap and I’m
And he don’t got a strap so he shootin he missin
And I got the mac and the K with extensions
He can’t call back cut off his extensions
I’m smokin on gas and in different dimensions
And shawty in the back it gave her dementia
You know I got racks wait didn’t mention
Yuh now I got
Now I got
No I had to switch
Walk in that hoe with a stick
he get hit
I get on my fist
I get on my wrist
My heart in that bitch
I don’t know who is in love with that nigga gimme like your ice
And bitchin that nigga like my hype
clearin my cup get colder than
My niggas they killers they creep in
Big missiles with the heat seeker
She a thot she’s a big geeker
Up the drop he’s a big tweaker
Talk down I got a big heater
Imma leave him on the ground leaker
Like you know I got guap
Pull up and I’m switchin lanes in a drop
Like gimme that chain cause I got a Glock
That Glock with a beam and I shoot off the hip
Got a AR-15 and that bih got a kick
Better kick like karate
Chopper gone hit
But I’m with the clique and the choppas around me
But I got the glick and the yoppas around me
Takin a shot these niggas be foldin
And I keep a Glock these niggas be wildin
You run and get popped
He talkin but he not about it
And I’m in a drop and she givin me noggin
She get a check cause shawty a scholar
She give me neck just like collars
Put shirt up like collar
Put him in the dirt huh white
Cause I stay with the killers and robbers
then we gone rob him
Shootin that nigga got blood on my
Chopper make him dance