​allowance take lyrics

[Intro: LAZER DIM 700 & iayze (Jace!)]
Snake out the plug, I'm livin’ too shady (f*ck you)
I don't like switch on Glock, that's crazy (DJ, hah, whoa)
Fast gang skrrt out the ground like pavement
Bump down take his allowance, he saving
I seen the snake coming like That’s So Raven
After he get robbed he act so crazy
Real shootin' skills, I could go to the Navy
Posted at the Happy Mart trap, we slavin'
Fine sh*t come to my hood, we ragin'
Boy, you a b*tch, probably won't use a tazer
Sold my attachments, sold my laser
Get out the V, now you backin' back
Swing my stick, now you turned to a pack (DJ BANNED)

[Verse 1: LAZER DIM 700 & iayze (Jace!)]
(Now you tryna say sorry and sh*t)
(DJ, hah, whoa)
You ain't got a mask, n*gga tryna go fed
You better get a mask, n*gga, cover up your head
Took that boy down ‘cause he probably got meds
I'm in the trench with my stick in my bed
Walk down on you, I remember what you said
Blacked out mask, I ain’t tryna go fed
Take out his twins, decrease his group
Recruit the fans, increase my troops (DJ, hah, whoa)
n*gga hit licks in steel-toed boots
Walk down, take your allowance (DJ BANNED)
f*ck
Pop sh*t on you, since I’m not even that
Get the big guns and I ride in the back
Run down on you, take your lighter and cash
n*gga try me and that zaza pack
I'm in the back of my hood with the blicks
Five-seven Joker, we takin’ your sh*t
n*gga scared to bump down, n*gga know we got blicks
(D-D-D-D-DJ—)
Pack sh*t wit' a ski and a fye
Lil' Glock on me, I ride with two nines
I told him I blessed him, he told me I lied
See your blick in the trunk, why your blick ain't arrive?
Two guns on me, I’m standing outside
[Verse 2: LAZER DIM 700 & iayze (Jace!)]
(Now you tryna say sorry and sh*t)
f*ck (Boy, f*ck you n*gga, f*ck you!)
Snake out the plug, I'm livin' too shady
I don't like switch on Glock, that's crazy (DJ, hah, whoa)
Fast gang skrrt out the ground like pavement
Bump down take his allowance, he saving
I seen the snake coming like That's So Raven
After he get robbed he act so crazy
Real shootin' skills, I could go to the Navy
Posted at the Happy Mart trap, we slavin'
Fine sh*t come to my hood, we ragin'
Boy, you a b*tch, probably won't use a tazer
Sold my attachments, sold my laser
Get out the V, now you backin' back (DJ, hah, whoa)
Swing my stick, now you turned to a pack
sh*t like Saints Row now, I'm at they headquarters with my blick out
pus*y boy wanna talk back and forth on my side, on the front with my blick out
If I catch an opp ho down bad, I record her pulling my di*k out
Lil' gang said we can't turn too industry, blicks inside a big house

[Outro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Yeah