Seven Thirty - Saint Lyrics

Lookin over the fence if I catch me a opp
We gon' hop in the truck and go load up the glock
That nigga ain't running we airing him out
Huh
Baby come with your friends and then gimme the mouth
Tryna figure em out they just might get a buck
I'm by myself tryna slut em all out
Huh
Tryna pop these beans like me, muhf*cka just might faint
Swear my life moving at light speed, i'm making plays out the paint
Chrome heart glasses I look like a geek, I'm doing shit you just can't (Nah)
Stepping on Ace this shit under my feet, we do the most up in Saint (No cap)
Make it look good cause i'm just doing me, you'd prolly end up insane
All of the shit that I done in week ? f*ck nigga we not the same
I spend that shit like it's growing on trees, that's why she keep throwing me brain (Yeah)
Double cup, double cup, double cup please
White tee, codeine stain
We do the hit at your momma house, don't give a f*ck what the police say (Don't give a f*ck)
I'm tryna see what your vibe about, get on your knees like you goin to pray
Get the f*ck off my phone talking all that shit and I swear you gon' be okay
FNB cut to the Chase, I need a mil in the BOA
Lookin over the fence if I catch me a opp
We gon' hop in the truck and go load up the glock
That nigga ain't running we airing him out
Huh
Baby come with your friends and then gimme the mouth
Tryna figure em out they just might get a buck
I'm by myself tryna slut em all out
Huh
Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Huh (Huh)
Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Huh (Huh)
Smoking a opp he get rolled up in a week, huh
She gave me top and I had to tell her that shit weak, huh
(Huh)
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