Lyrics:
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
'Cause all the way around
the zone (word?)
7 Mile and Foyer where a star was born (yeah)
United we stand, divided we swore (D12)
And hell yeah, I looked in my car (yeah)
Bitch, I
get that up in here
I get a bitch by the pair
Hit from the back I might pull out her hair
Young niggas wild with style we major
Step on the stage
Move bitch,
Get off my way
Am pulling up with seven figures
And my niggaz by me
Cruising like a legend am the captain so we sail
If you ain’t put in
ass, nigga
Who runnin', duckin' all these sticks
I'm lettin' you know I ain't even serious on this bitch, nigga, suck my dick
I'm facin' seven years
even play like that
What it takes to get to the top
You niggas mad told the bitch kick rocks
I'm the trending topic I'm the hottest nigga out
I'm an OG 7
a left and a right
And you can tell by the smell it's a murder session tonight.
Chasing his mother through the house
Come here bitch
Continuing
7th Lennox and what about the east side
El Barrio, we blowin' smoke while we G ride
Washington Heights dime lo tato you know
Todo bien tato capo, uh
inch wheels is what I roll
And when I pass yo bitch all outta control
[Baby]
Buyin' Lexus Land Cruisers
The 4-7 the big pipe user
Hoe abuser
[Manny
my bitch a Birkin bag
Whats it gonna take
For me to get some love round here
24/7 every day of the year
I've been working nigga
And I had to make it
ride by my house
Late at night
Bitch you could neva be me
I smash shit on site
I get rich off you broads and the shit that you do
Ya texting his phone
you cupid missed
Ain't gon be a drive-by, you just cruise and miss
I'm the dude ya' bitch lemme' loob her tits
While the doob is lit
I'm a lunatic
Bitch
the ocean, riding dolphins, grab 'em by the fin
Uh, yea bitch I'm ten feet tall
Bunch of hoes playing with my beach balls
The money in the way, I don't see
Right where his 'foot' was supposed to be.
Now, billy the mountain, he couldn't believe it!
All those postcards he'd posed for, for over these years
the middle I got Nipsey on the dash
When I go to Lennox baby I be popping tags
7 years ago my momma told me that she wanna jag
6 years ago that bitch she tried
used the samе guns (Boom, boom, boom)
This that 7-1-murder shit
My niggas sell dope and murdеr shit (Brr)
Hundred thirty to life and he
Ain't tell 'em
Yellow Benz
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
my notes, Wayne)
Certified goon
(yeah) , the lock's on standby (What up)
I just need a couple real
Niggas I can stand by (yeah, C-M-B)
A bad bitch with
bitch
And I know they stay hating
(I know they stay hating!)
Been Doing this less than a year
And the flow super sayin
(Ahh!)
The difference between us
wit it (Huh)
It's triple 7
I wear it on me don't call it a pendant (No)
And I got the powers 11
But I might turn evil don't call me a menace (Woah)
She
Had this beat revived
Bitch just to kill it and die huh
Triple 7, bitch that's after lock
More like a triple six, I'm devilish with it
Fuck a gimmick
by the look got these niggas shook
I'm a vet and you steady rook
Posted on the scene, sippin' lean
That promethazine sippin' on codeine
Play with Jesus
the seven
Nigga keep ya chirp on alert just like nine eleven the
12 kreepin threw the hood like jason keep it moven
Friday 13th but bitch this ain't
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