7.62

Lyrics

Pipe that shit up TnT
 Dmac on the fuckin' track
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 I say, uh, oh, yeah, look
 In the back of the Benz, I just got it painted
 The grill gold-plated, my crib still gated
 But we ain't used to have not a dollar, who gon' take it
 Robberies in Grand Theft Auto, I can't fake it
 They told me don't be trippin' about it, I can't save it
 A whole lotta bring problems
 But if a nigga play, we gon' get him murdered tomorrow
 Wanna see me demonstrate?
 '87 tea top Cultey, put it on the interstate
 Solitaire, DO, they can't even see my face
 These hoes they want me to chase
 I don't keep my sneakers laced
 I don't ride [?] my key can't go to no valet
 Flew my cars out to LA
 I saw so many posin' and bitch we gon' need to vacate
 We been off for some decades
 Look, smokin' grade A, but in school I got low grades
 Get that boy a box of perfume, he got [?]
 Look, throw that boy a 7.62, we don't throw shade
 I hope everyone don't hit you, not partly
 Look, I'ma die, in these Cuban links, I feel like [?]
 Walk through 'em, want me to call through, that's a role
 Look, what you gonna do when the money through, shorty
 Don't keep tellin' me what you gon' do for me
 Okay, yeah, only talk about shit that I go through, I ain't phony
 You gon' do, what The Who, I ain't homie
 Lab man, he got [?] by the
 I ain't no cappin', I spent you advance on little homie
 We gon' get it [?] we don't land til the morning, huh
 Matter fact, gon' hit 'em up while I'm performin', huh
 I just got another grill, call me George Foreman, huh
 I just got another mil' and I ain't even hungry, huh
 Are you niggar, do it, bitch you worser than a woman, huh
 Anybody get it nigga, show me my opponent, huh
 I be in the newest shit, I introduce you to this
 I put you on my shooter list, fuck it, let me do the bitch
 I been goin' through some shit, flip out, give the Juul a hit
 On the one like Chris child, we don't sip on no Christ style
 I remember ridin' 'round in that bucket
 When we was in that Nissan, they didn't give me nothin'
 When I was fucked up my own bitch wouldn't even love me
 When I ain't have my swagger right the hoe wouldn't even fuck me
 I be on some feed the fam shit, I know my momma proud of me
 I know that cuck real good, I just can't put down the shit
 I do it real big, but they don't acknowledge it
 Look at where I live
 You know I cash that on it, a condo and a crib
 I pay more than 1.5 for it
 Every day I spend some shit, every thing I'm in be lit
 Everything I thing about it, I be tryna spend some shit
 
 Long live all of my niggas where we done came
 Hater, I gotta talk to you in the graveyard
 

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Duration
02:52
Key
2
Tempo
158 BPM

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