Barnacles Lyrics LAZER DIM 700
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
Ay, I got- I got lil Goxan-
I got lil’ Goxan on that motherfucker
Fuck, fuck, ayy, watch out
When I get back, I might paint me a picture
Act like they with you, but they ain’t with you
Put on my Glock, it stick on like a sticker
Everytime I leave fine shit, she get thicker
Stick got sum’ push, when I shoot it gon’ wiggle
You don’t even catch a play, man in the middle
Anybody talk down, know we gon’ flip ’em
Lil’ twan said he wan’ sum’, help me get ’em
Shots tickle you, but you ain’t gon’ giggle
12 need to free the whole gang, dismiss ’em
You work with the system, but act like a victim
Disqualify gang off the heist, it w_nt in ’em
Black Gen5, shit spit’ Venom
This a n_w spread, blue racks in my Denim
Young nigga shit, I just hotbox in rentals
I just told the opps “Meet me front and center”
Stacked the whole summer, pop shit in the winter
You on them pills, your body get thinner
Trap closed down, nobody could enter
Nigga out of sight, he actin’ too federal
Don’t hand me shit, I don’t know who sent ’em
Heavy artillery, I can’t be gentle
You ain’t no fine shit, she think she Chris Jenner
I been out wiggin’ but then fucked up my image
Miami penthouse, I stepped out the trenches
Twenty-foot weed, ain’t shit but some grinches
Woke up late, brought my fye to the kitchen
That ain’t what I said, was a misconception
Speakin’ of smoke, you ain’t learned yo’ lesson
Shouldn’t let your fine shit servin’ shit, blessin’
3 pills, Glock 30, Irvin and Stephen
Fine shit cough like she allergic to necklace
Stole her phone, check the group chat, she messy
You with the gang, we eliminate extras
Push up on you, I won’t set up no message
Beatin’ to wiggin’, got me missin’ my exit
Oldheads on the block, always lecturin’
You I’ma get up with you, that ain’t no question
I’on get no Z, my body be restless
I sold you a button, these fuck niggas pressed it
Work on my shot, I’m tryna perfect it
Emptyin’ the spot, we had to inspect it
I ain’t joinin’ yo’ gang, you gotta respect it
Everybody know this shit gettin’ hectic
No stop, when I shoot one it ain’t affected
Run a nigga video, let me direct it
I wrote my point back, let me collect it
I know it was wrong, ain’t tryna correct it
Fuck, fuck