"73"

All I ever wanted was a seven trey
All I ever wanted was a seven trey
All I ever wanted was a seven trey
All I ever wanted was a seven trey

All I ever wanted was a dunk with the
funk spray that bitch down with candy
Make sure that you add da flake
King on the license plate
Wood grain and some tint just to hide a player face

Few Cubans on my neck you can tell I'm getting paid
drop the top on them hoes all this ice I don't need shade
Hypnotize by those blades while I'm creeping down the block
Nine on my lap cocked
Ak in that trunk bitch

Try me if you want jit
My vibe don't interrupt it
Can I live can I chill sipping spinning the wheel
Ain't trying to do the dash we ain't got no need to rush

Roll through start up a fuss
Hating niggas wish they was us
Laughing while we fill our cups
All I ever wanted was a seven trey

All I ever wanted was a seven trey
All I ever wanted was a seven trey
All I ever wanted was a seven trey
I swear all I ever wanted was a seven trey to ride to school

I wanted a dunk so bad I went a got me deuce
I wanted a dunk so bad I copped the first one I seen
A dade county street dream came tru ohhwee
Never press bout speed I wanted to drive to the keys
Four five on the seat ac on freeze

Real leather no pleather paint wet as the sea
Them young niggas in them foreign came second to me
Trunk beating the people on my street ain't getting no sleep
Because of this Chevy my neighborhood forever know me

A real nigga coming through old school impala coupes
Swoop in the back window feeling like my uncle moose
A Game changing lane changing ass nigga named billion
I might go put the motherfucking stars in the ceiling

Going hard on Collins leave it parked for the pictures
And fuck these niggas shit I dropped it for the bitches
All I ever wanted was a seven trey
All I ever wanted was a seven trey

All I ever wanted was a seven trey
All I ever wanted was a seven trey