700 Floors
700 floors from the morgue
That shit's human force
I might pull up, aim
Then go shoot some more
This shit's from the core
Look up at the score, like I can't be beat
We should go to war
Bomb beneath your seat
Blow the fucking floor
Now you got no feet
Now you got no feet to walk the fucking tour
Look at me
It's 'till the day I die
Run the 5
With the 40 tucked
But it's not on me, it's on my guys
This shit ain't no accident
You ain't even passing 'em
Pull up, break, skrt
Like I said, it won't an accident
Vroom vroom, hit 'em in the rear
Like we packing 'em
Sapphire belt so blue, my waist is sad with it
Kneeling to the GOAT, call me GOAT Colin Kaepernick
I don't-
Ugh, fuck it
It ain't a party unless there's damage fees
I got some bitches that broke, still they've been backin' for me
Jonah been packin' the bag
This bitch is full of some beats
Wonder how people got bars
Somehow it happened to me
Here come the bass with the drum
That's how you know it get fun
Blood on my shirt and my shoes
Then the adrenaline come
Walking right out of the room
Shining too bright like the sun
My songs be popping up soon
Popping like he got a gun
I ain't got nothing to lose
Meanwhile, you making a son
Hop in the car and it zoom
Think its a race, well bitch run
My echelon is a noose
Waiting for victims to come
All of 'em turning their necks
I'll turn 'em 'till they go numb, yeah
That shit's human force
I might pull up, aim
Then go shoot some more
This shit's from the core
Look up at the score, like I can't be beat
We should go to war
Bomb beneath your seat
Blow the fucking floor
Now you got no feet
Now you got no feet to walk the fucking tour
Look at me
It's 'till the day I die
Run the 5
With the 40 tucked
But it's not on me, it's on my guys
This shit ain't no accident
You ain't even passing 'em
Pull up, break, skrt
Like I said, it won't an accident
Vroom vroom, hit 'em in the rear
Like we packing 'em
Sapphire belt so blue, my waist is sad with it
Kneeling to the GOAT, call me GOAT Colin Kaepernick
I don't-
Ugh, fuck it
It ain't a party unless there's damage fees
I got some bitches that broke, still they've been backin' for me
Jonah been packin' the bag
This bitch is full of some beats
Wonder how people got bars
Somehow it happened to me
Here come the bass with the drum
That's how you know it get fun
Blood on my shirt and my shoes
Then the adrenaline come
Walking right out of the room
Shining too bright like the sun
My songs be popping up soon
Popping like he got a gun
I ain't got nothing to lose
Meanwhile, you making a son
Hop in the car and it zoom
Think its a race, well bitch run
My echelon is a noose
Waiting for victims to come
All of 'em turning their necks
I'll turn 'em 'till they go numb, yeah
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Writer(s): Zachary Hitson
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