Seven
All I know is I hit your bitch and dropped a load
I'm like a bomb just might explode
Blow ya brains blood stains all Over my coat
Still walk out with the W
After A vote I got it
I'm hitting every note you know I got it
Don't act like you don't know it I see Your face you be looking guilty
I'm the only one In my city
All these other niggas be fake asf
Run up just to get yourself handled Don't Say you got the strap fuck around And get dismantled
Don't get shot with your own piece I Be in disbelief
I read you bitches just like a book
I'm mvp I'm not no fucking rook
Writing verses putting killers in Them hearses
Never need a ghost
I sign every verse I wrote ay
Fuck boy you sound like a bitch with All that noise
All you wannabes I'm tryna avoid
My Homies be my brothers shout out To my mother
I be grateful asf I'm killing it never Blowing it
Get them hundreds I be flowing it
Get it all back hustle up a rack
You See bitch who I am
And you be thinking damn but you Not getting 1 piece
looking at me like A pie I be thinking
Hope you mfs die getting by on my own
I'm barley on my phone
I don't know Nothing I been puffin
on the loudest Weed with no stems And seeds
You will never hear the end of me
I Will not die by the hands of a enemy
Maybe I'll hang from a rope
Bitch you know I want all the smoke
I see you clearly through my scope
Head shot right it up on the dot fake Asf already knew that
3rd eye behind My back
Crow on my side
Soaring above my Ride ay
I'm like a bomb just might explode
Blow ya brains blood stains all Over my coat
Still walk out with the W
After A vote I got it
I'm hitting every note you know I got it
Don't act like you don't know it I see Your face you be looking guilty
I'm the only one In my city
All these other niggas be fake asf
Run up just to get yourself handled Don't Say you got the strap fuck around And get dismantled
Don't get shot with your own piece I Be in disbelief
I read you bitches just like a book
I'm mvp I'm not no fucking rook
Writing verses putting killers in Them hearses
Never need a ghost
I sign every verse I wrote ay
Fuck boy you sound like a bitch with All that noise
All you wannabes I'm tryna avoid
My Homies be my brothers shout out To my mother
I be grateful asf I'm killing it never Blowing it
Get them hundreds I be flowing it
Get it all back hustle up a rack
You See bitch who I am
And you be thinking damn but you Not getting 1 piece
looking at me like A pie I be thinking
Hope you mfs die getting by on my own
I'm barley on my phone
I don't know Nothing I been puffin
on the loudest Weed with no stems And seeds
You will never hear the end of me
I Will not die by the hands of a enemy
Maybe I'll hang from a rope
Bitch you know I want all the smoke
I see you clearly through my scope
Head shot right it up on the dot fake Asf already knew that
3rd eye behind My back
Crow on my side
Soaring above my Ride ay
Credits
Writer(s): Lil Jase
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