He get hit by the stick, that's killin' I can give him bald head, just like krillin
Bitch im Seven Shawty, nigga They like, how you livin' Good
They like, how you feelin' Good
Kicked her out, no hard feelin's No hard feelin's
No hard feelin's Push up to his block, fa fA
They do drillin' Nigga, pop the perc
He start rushin', his adrenaline im like, go ahead, bring the
Bring the cups and the drink, I need to sip
Bitch, I'm in my own lane, why the f*ck, they on my tip
I put that draco out my pants, who the f*ck tryna step in here
Holes in his back, can see through crystal clear
Watch the scarecrow fly in the air
Luh nigga, I was standin' by that pier
Yellow green tips, In this gun might give a nigga scare
Bitch, I lil sevnn, I ain't never care
I had too many percs, I ain't wanna share
I ain't wanna pop them either, so I drop them, left them there
It was a big case sitting, in that evil air
Might have to triple cross, nigga, life ain't fair
Ooh, bitch, I got mud on my shoe
Ooh, bitch, I ain't even say shit to you
Push up in that skrt skrt, that Glock 9, coming to
Feel like Kodak black, all I know is stick and move
Make that money, do it again, nigga, that shit, that smooth
Bitch, I'm in that stu, rappin', can I lose my groove
Remember when I lost that OG coffin, made me lose my cool
I said, f*ck school, 7 always broke the rule you get picked up by that 7.62 man the world cruel
Damn, 7, why you walkin'? Cause I got to
I'm tryna get that win, bitch, I can't never lose
Lil' nigga, you smoke on that gas, all your shit loose
Blueberry, count cheese, now my hand blue
Ayy, ayy, and my brother said, I got you, I got you
(I got you)
How you feelin'? good
Ain't no hard feelings
I kicked that bitch out
Ain't no hard feelings