Lyrics:
a 7
When it comes to making hits its only taking seconds
The day I do a second take I'm gonna take a second
Know i fucked that bitch first why you
bitty Baby
Was born, born, born in Bethlehem.
Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you two by two, two for Paul
blastin' extra loud with
The trunk raised
Four tires lookin fresher than a pair of J's
Seven cars right behind me
In this SLAB Parade
I'm a pro, I work
Facebook feed last week
In about four hours I'm going to do something I'm loathe to do
Call the child support division
I even messaged her on Facebook
Cause you've had a
Relatively short career this is
The second album
And hopefully we can ten more of
These but do you have
Any regrets in this short time
ladies uptown and money on the floor
There's not a thing in the world that I'm askin' for
Wooh, uh huh
Because I got it like that
You want
motor and vroom, vroom
I like the bling bling of my choppers
I got me a ranch and 4 horse 'cause I'm a baller
I'm a Texas boy, you know what I'm talking
and put your melons in cans
(Seven by seven) Rule seven kinda where my heart at
You want beef in the street? Don't start that
'Cause we'll have some
Yo fourteen, you got another one
Yeah, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
I can do this all night, seven eleven
I run tracks like Jerome Bettis
of my life 77
Omg I think I'm going straight to mf'n heaven
Where else could o go for dealing xtc in seven
The road to riches became a hesitant one I
the bottom are
Obsessed with old school Chevys
We call 'em verts and donks
Some we call box Chevys
Seven-duece, seven-trey, seven-four
Seven-five m I A M I
nothing to it
1, 2, 3, 4, come on baby say you love me
5, 6, 7 times
8, 9, 10, 11, I'm just gonna keep on counting
Until you are mine
Come out of your
the pick
My nigga cool, but like a old man, he got the stick
Bitch, I'm up in Texas like I'm Popovich
Like I'm sittin' on the toilet, here I am, right
ain't no unleaded
Got me throwed off the rip, from the cup that I sip
I'ma represent Texas, third coast off the city
Everybody in my hood, either got it
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
in light speed
And the time is right so kiss me
I could have been anywhere by now,
But nowhere feels better than home
Yeah yeah yeah
If you
in light speed
And the time is right so kiss me
I could have been anywhere by now,
But nowhere feels better than home
Yeah yeah yeah
If you
car wash
Could be 4 in the morning
Maybe 5 in the morning
On the highway twistin'
We rollin' up sticky
She rollin' down windows
Bout the business in
i'm still rolling up
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
(Wait)
777
Seven crystals, seven ripped up rillos
Seven frontos filled with the weed you had in
me; ignore
She said me I’m j zzz, it’s 4:44
They think they get it, but I think they don’t
That just means that I’m gone
Shorty be acting like I’m in
back on track
I got a four in a sack tell me where them hoes at
[Chorus - 3x]
[E.S.G.]
7-1 Tre that's my area code
We sipping serve, flipping birds
blue
15 hours..11 minutes..30 seconds
I'm a motherfuckin' wreck
Gonna pay back niggas who did me wrong in the past
My days ain't long
I'm comin' strong
breakfasts
Winnipeg to Texas, Easter egg to Xmas
Ass in excess make them other senseless girls look anorexics
Ain't nobody can do what I do,
can't have what I
copycats
Copy raps, I will not be that, I'm y'all ass 24/7, 10/4 copy that
Aftermath in this bitch nigga, what you gon' do about it huh?
Nothing, yea,
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