700 (feat. HF bEaTs)

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Hold a little by the gallon, I get faded out Youngins die by 700, we gon' roll this shit
Out I got shooters on the road, post a glass on
Their waist They say my shooter always ready, keep a mask
On his face Paranoia hit my head, goonie tripped out

I ain't really tryna win, but you know that I'm weak though
Paranoia on my mind, keep my life on tape Paranoia all around, it keeps the stress on
Deck Like when shit get real, they get critical
Yeah Like when shit get real, folks gon' start fallin

out, that shit get crazy Youngin generates this town, we raisin' reaper
Babies Youngins in this life, they been livin' reaper
Babies Watch this life get realer, we some just the
Gorillas We ain't never ever feel ya, flow on the

Move, we gon' spill ya Smack up out that hunnid round, that bitch
Is finna kill ya Roll a die, slide a shit, lil' hitter, yeah
You know that's how we go It be seven hunnid in this bitch, we move it
In post It be seven hunnid in this bitch, we draw it

Out in souls It be seven hunnid in this bitch, it's standin
All ten toes Like this shit get crazy critical, load it
Right with your missile float Posted in the field and I'm livin' right by
My missile though Stayin' with this shit and I can't never go

Turn back Say he fly on the move, the joint gon' pop
Out his six pack Numbers on his noggin', say it's touchin
His head Say we posted in there black and it's blacked
Out till we dead Like we die by seven hunnid, we gon' keep

This shit runnin' We gon' die by the nation, we gon' keep it
In rotation Die by seven hunnid, we gon' roll this shit
Out Got some shooters on that road, ready clear
This shit out Got some shooters with the banger, ready

Blow your shit out We gon' die by seven hunnid, we gon' roll
This shit out
We gon' die by seven hunnid, we gon' roll this shit out

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