Lyrics:
reachin' in my stash
Last year, I made two-fifty, I don't brag
Seven hundred horsepower
Who that nigga on that neck?
I fell off a lil' bit, but this year
I'm
me think it would be my time
Seven years now not seeing this big boy of mine
With these twins wanted to change my life
But before they was born I got
the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
gun a young man, 'cause it got a dick too
This K a trans it poke out the pants and that bitch got tits too
Show him how it feel to get hit with a 7
blicky know i blew that bitch
Pop a opp my dog say mazel tov he on some jewish shit
Papa Doc these opps they talk a lot we both know you a bitch
Yeah he
One Two Niggas in the whip
Watch me pop up
Three four Shots out this Glock
It's a gun war
Five six
7 bad bitches hit me up nigga
Eight Nine
New Year
Let's celebrate nigga
Shot gun shells and AK bullets
Young Buck he on that bullshit and I
Ain't getting off of it neither
Curtis where is your
Lik-like-like-like we always do
About this time
Ha! You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Come on, 7
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it, just to get by
24/7 I've been working overtime
by his face, blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinkin you shot
Screamin like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like
Years old, I got robbed w a gun
Fast forward 26
And I'm with all type of shit
Hit your bitch ain't text her back
Now she thinking I ain't shit
But she
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
I'm a seven-inch cowboy
With a tiny pair of six guns.
Five'll get you ten,
I betcha never seen one.
Well I'm a seven inch cowboy
How do you be?
I'ma die for you
Would you die for me?
Obviously we all know you type of cats
Let they man get struck, never strike back
Stay in the street seven days
Stop thinking what you thought, bitch nigga
Eighteen years old count seven figures
Make the pussy sing just like Trigga
I got cash on demand
Make
plottin' since I was like, seven years old, bitch
I want a mansion, gold fence
Feel like that's been the goal since
I've been plottin' since I was like,
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
and a half ain't bad I got getback
They sentenced me to five, two I gotta bring
It's only strike one swing, batter-batter, swing
It's 1-8-7 on the D.A
Set them on a trail of tears
Nothing can stop the people
King George does not control us
There's no sovereign native people
From the War of seven years
it in your mouth put it in your butt
Breathe it up like town
I represent down
7 ward nigga with a mean-mug frown
Knock a bitch out, then wake
boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
I'm telling y'all niggas this for the next two
Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nigga, thirteen years, nigga
But my future looking sunny
Elon Musk in the cut
Look I'ma get weird
Making Corona my bitch
But stay sick all year
Me and 7XVN be some demons
But
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