777
Pull up to the light, see this bitch up on my right (what!?)
She got a dog, she got a fever, got along, she outta' site
She do no wrong, I do no right
She isn't wrong, but isn't right (yah)
I get to chopping it's goodnight (yah)
You broke a promise, isn't right (yah, yah, yah, phrrrd)
Hit her with the stop (stop)
Then I hit her with the shiver (brrr)
Brand new Gucci Glock (Glock)
Brand new Gucci slipper (slipper)
Brand new Gucci Socks (socks)
Brand new Gucci hitter (hitter)
Everything in stock (stock)
Everything for winners (ahh-yah)
I'ma monster with this shit, tell me something I don't know
Got a brand new Gucci bitch, got a brand new coochi flow
Got the magnum with the grip, got the becky on the floor (floor)
If you isn't with the shits then you isn't with the fold so, go (go)
I hit you with the slow-mo, no (no)
I flip you like a chromosome (some)
I miss you I ain't going, home (home)
It's the blicky, or the gun-show
Now I'm full of life, yah (yah)
I'm full of life
I got these motherfuckers ready, and they pulling up on site (phrrrd)
They riding heavy, toting steady, hold ya' breath we get the fetty
Tote the chrome, you know we get it
Not alone we triple seven, yah (yah, yah, yah)
What (what!?)
Not alone we triple seven, that's a one-way trip to heaven
Cop a clone, or cop eleven
In my zone like I'm in heaven, on a bone you wouldn't get it
Take a vote you know I said it, gotta' go like I'm the reverend, yah
What (what!?)
Gotta go like I'm irreverent, if I fold it then I meant it
On a flow you know I bend it, if I own it then I rent it
Not a Zo, but ho I get it, on a soul you know I shed it
Home alone, we triple seven (yah)
(What!?)
(Yah, yah, yah)
(What!?)
(Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah)
(Yah, yah, yah)
I'ma monster with this shit, tell me something I don't know
Got a brand new Gucci bitch, got a brand new coochi flow (dat-right)
Got the magnum with the grip, got the becky on the floor (floor)
If you isn't with the shits then you isn't with the fold so, go (go)
I hit you with the slow-mo, no (no)
I flip you like a chromosome (some)
I miss you I ain't going, home (home)
It's the blicky, or the gun-show (bahhh)
She got a dog, she got a fever, got along, she outta' site
She do no wrong, I do no right
She isn't wrong, but isn't right (yah)
I get to chopping it's goodnight (yah)
You broke a promise, isn't right (yah, yah, yah, phrrrd)
Hit her with the stop (stop)
Then I hit her with the shiver (brrr)
Brand new Gucci Glock (Glock)
Brand new Gucci slipper (slipper)
Brand new Gucci Socks (socks)
Brand new Gucci hitter (hitter)
Everything in stock (stock)
Everything for winners (ahh-yah)
I'ma monster with this shit, tell me something I don't know
Got a brand new Gucci bitch, got a brand new coochi flow
Got the magnum with the grip, got the becky on the floor (floor)
If you isn't with the shits then you isn't with the fold so, go (go)
I hit you with the slow-mo, no (no)
I flip you like a chromosome (some)
I miss you I ain't going, home (home)
It's the blicky, or the gun-show
Now I'm full of life, yah (yah)
I'm full of life
I got these motherfuckers ready, and they pulling up on site (phrrrd)
They riding heavy, toting steady, hold ya' breath we get the fetty
Tote the chrome, you know we get it
Not alone we triple seven, yah (yah, yah, yah)
What (what!?)
Not alone we triple seven, that's a one-way trip to heaven
Cop a clone, or cop eleven
In my zone like I'm in heaven, on a bone you wouldn't get it
Take a vote you know I said it, gotta' go like I'm the reverend, yah
What (what!?)
Gotta go like I'm irreverent, if I fold it then I meant it
On a flow you know I bend it, if I own it then I rent it
Not a Zo, but ho I get it, on a soul you know I shed it
Home alone, we triple seven (yah)
(What!?)
(Yah, yah, yah)
(What!?)
(Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah)
(Yah, yah, yah)
I'ma monster with this shit, tell me something I don't know
Got a brand new Gucci bitch, got a brand new coochi flow (dat-right)
Got the magnum with the grip, got the becky on the floor (floor)
If you isn't with the shits then you isn't with the fold so, go (go)
I hit you with the slow-mo, no (no)
I flip you like a chromosome (some)
I miss you I ain't going, home (home)
It's the blicky, or the gun-show (bahhh)
Credits
Writer(s): Johnathan Rogers, Sadd
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