7.62 God

Lyrics

Once again I'm locked in with TP
 We finna make a hit
 ♪
 TP baby
 Ay
 Nigga come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' it
 He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at
 7.62 god, I got that name because I'm firin' it
 Rep we lit for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin'
 If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind it
 And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me
 Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit
 Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit
 I'm slidin' with thirty, totin' a fifty, sent three shots and bagged him up
 Ayy, you remember on that day, I shot so fast the fifty bust?
 Yo, you can't be the gang
 You know it's hard for us to gain some trust
 You wanna be the gang, you gotta sacrifice your life to us
 Now put a cap up on my head, no, I can't never go out bare
 Think my shooter, they went deaf or somethin', 'cause all he do is stare
 My name spread like the coronavirus, Shiesty in the air
 Kick the bitch up out the spot, I caught her tryna leave her hair
 Now put a cap up on my head, no, I can't never go out bare
 Think my shooter, they went deaf or somethin', 'cause all he do is stare
 My name spread like the coronavirus, Shiesty in the air
 Kick the bitch up out the spot, I caught her tryna leave her hair
 Niggas come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' it
 He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at
 7.62 god, I got that name because I'm firin' it
 Rep we lit for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at
 If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind it
 And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me
 Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit
 Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit
 Hoppin' out soon as dark, I been trappin' all through the day
 Shooter ready to spark, waitin' on they moment to spray
 Calmly burnin' these "Woods, I been smokin" Runtz to the face
 Styrofoam full of mud, my double cup Moochie Grape
 Free my niggas from jail, if not, they might escape
 Trafficking through the mail, make sure mine come double-taped
 Pockets almost obese, I ain't tryna get 'em in shape
 Might pop out in the hood, I'm familiar with all the J's
 Slimin' shit every day, bitch, we come from catchin' them plays
 Catch his ass down bad, I'ma get him up out the way
 Hit for like thirty-five, caught him poppin' shit in the A
 Told him don't make a move, it's like sixty up in this Drac
 Niggas come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' it
 He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at
 7.62 god, I got that name because I'm firin' it
 Rep we lit for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at
 If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind it
 And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me
 Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit
 Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit
 Ol' bitty bitch
 We goin' through it (uh, uh, uh nigga ay)
 Sixty shots up in the chop', tryna hit 30 niggas, ay
 I'm Big Shiesty, I get dirty with you
 Brrr
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:57
Key
10
Tempo
77 BPM

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