Lyrics:
the fuck said Benji got one bitch
I keep these bitches by the ton
My shit banging my shit going dumb
She only wan fuck me cuz the nigga that she claiming he
make you cry
Bro let me
This nigga wanna play me
Seven for seven in a Bentley
How you wanna see me flexing
I'm in the block swinging
I'm from team
a beautiful bitch she chocolate athletic
Ass poke out like serena asks
Banks he seen her
Plus she hood she ain't hollywood
Remind me of trina
D's come shorti
don’t tell us
They pull a heater, ammunition in grace
Shh, move without a sound as we
Slide down pistols in place
They got me feenin’ for currency
Oh my God
Youngest in the club with seven bottles
Sipping on oh my God I cannot walk
Boy talk is cheap that’s why you talk too much
Holy shit think
giving Buns
Wanna spice Up the beef? Brodie be whacking shit for Funds
Put 7 Up. He putting heads down Fuck a thumb
Man down if he Run
Assed out without
that I've known her seems like ten thousand years
I asked her if the time was right
She nodded her head and took me home
I ripped my shirt in seven
Go hard or go home
Got Milli Draco on this one
I be working everyday
Working everyday ay yay
Yeah
I be working everyday
24/7 On the road
I be
know what I'm sayin'?
I'm the realest nigga in it, you already know
Got trapper of the year four times in a row (what they give you?)
A lifetime
Baby til the day I die, Imma always throw my set
Shot at me and all my cousins bitch don't think we gone forget
Damn them seven's beat his ass
Yea we
(Is this K Dinero?) oh yeah, alright
They know what it is nigga
(You know how I'm comin' anyway)
Bitch, I'm high as fuck alright
Yeah, alright
Tell
the zip yeah I'm taxin'
I don't like the way she talk send her home in a taxi
My ex bitch like a lil' leech she so attached to me
16.7.13 yeah that's a P
club, shoot, stab, sell crack
Straight like that
We eat, sleep, shit street life
Straight like that
We get knocked by the same ?
Straight like that
7X's
(Mystikal)
If you gone be down be down stay down
get the fuck from round me.
Nigga let me know if you got some type of fuckin'
Medication
Your medication makes me high
Just be patient
I'm like a patient trying to find
Levitation
Run your fingers down my spine
Elevation
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's bitch
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat asses
And I don't be givin a fuck who
the shit got fatal
I just touched down with the pack like a running back
I'm a real dope boy, I don't take cash app
I just bought a bad bitch a bag cost
the lamb sauce
Nah for real bitch I be cookin' up you you just be expeditin'
I just put some purple down it feel like I just swept the Vikings
Shut the fuck
Imagine that was my shit right there, haha
Yeah, stack it up, rack it up, I get it, yeah
I hit up seven, no, not 7-Eleven
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Jose the Plug)
I had niggas look down on
Me like I wasn't nothin'
My heart cold, it need an oven
Get talked about by my own cousins
Betrayed
the night time
Yeah this one is for the night time chilling by the boombox
Looking at the stars while I'm sitting at the rooftop
11 pm, thinking Carpe Diem
a fuckin' sandwich
Osama Impression bro, fuck you William
And fuck your fat whore
Bitch, you can suck my balls
I fuck you by force
Donald Trump Impression
and they dogs up while they sleepin
Peepin toms peepin and poisonous gas leakin
Hurricanes blowin cities down every other weekend on the...
News at 6 o'clock
Justice for Sophia Mason
Found dead in Merced
8 years old
Killed by her mom boyfriend
Went through sexual and physical abuse
In that shed
How her
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