7Am (Radio Edit)
Mark Boomin, Mark Boomin, Mark Boomin, yeah
Lil' Jlo, Lil' Jlo, Lil' Jlo, 720, YSN
Seven in the morning, tryna get some pape
Seven in the morning, on the road, out of state
Seven in the morning, mm, seven in the morning, mm
Seven, 7 a.m., tryna get some pape
Skippin' school to hit the road, goin' out of state
I see the envy in you niggas, all I feel is hate
You ain't never dump shit, you ain't sole no shake
Man, my niggas be on dumb shit, tryna bust a face
Brody ass duckin' feds, man, fuck a case
Love all my brothers, you don't know
About them times we had to sleep up on the floor
Sellin' grams at my market or the fuckin' corner store
I'm on the go, chasing money, give a fuck about a hoe
Y'all ain't fuck wit' me back then, so how the fuck am I y'all bro
YSN' be the mob, but you already know
Gotta keep a tissue on me, tryna wipe a nigga nose
Mmh, like he sick or somethin
Girl, you ain't come for no reason, eat this dick or somethin
Baby girl, keep suckin' on my dick while I keep on thumbing
Thumbin' all these fuckin' racks, ayy
7 a.m., tryna get some pape
Skippin' school to hit the road, goin' out of state
I see the envy in you niggas, all I feel is hate
You ain't never dump shit, you ain't tell no shake
Mmh Brody zooted off them drugs
I'm so P on a bitch, I don't really give a fuck
Let a nigga disrespect me, I'ma send his ass up
Had to close that back door, man, I thought you was my blood
A lot of niggas had his love, but they don't never show me love
I ain't been the same since the day they took my cuz
Hoes used to hoe me, now I'm lit, bitch, I'm a thrust
Young turnt-ass nigga, bet you hear this in the club
I ain't YSL, but it's free that nigga thug
Bitch, I'm YSN, young, shiesty nigga
Servin' all my heads, yeah, they love these jiggas
I be paranoid, clutchin' on my trigger
I be blowin' woods by the motherfuckin' face
You ain't talkin' bout no money, stay the fuck up out my way
We some wild-ass boys, give a fuck about the Jakes
How you wanna be a star when you don't know what it take
You gotta take the risk, you gotta put the grind in
Take one of mine, best believe that I'm slidin
Bitch, you fuckin' with me, nigga, keep on trying
Presidential fuckin' status, man, I feel like Joe Biden
The opps need to recharge, they keep on dyin
You ain't never sold a bow, why the fuck is you lyin'
King, of the jungle like a motherfuckin' lion
Turnt the nigga, drop a lot, I'm convinced that they hidin
I been feelin' good, I been smokin' strong
If you tryna make some money, I can put you on
Brodie tryna faw, headshot at your dome
If you a fake, broke, bougie-ass bitch, then we won't get along
If you a fake, broke, bougie-ass bitch, then we won't get along
We won't get along
If you a fake, broke, bougie-ass bitch, then we won't get along
We won't get along
If you a fake, broke, bougie-ass bitch, then we won't get along
I put my all in these motherfuckin' headphones
Hope that you listen when you hear me in these damn songs
Baby girl, get in the bed, take off your damn thongs
7 A.M., tryna get some pape
Skippin' school to hit the road, goin' out of state
I see the envy in you, niggas, I can feel the hate
You ain't never dump shit, you ain't sold no shit
7 A.M., tryna get some pape
Skippin' school to hit the road, goin' out of state
I see the envy in you, niggas, I can feel the hate
You ain't never done shit, you ain't sold no shake
You ain't sold no shake
Lil' Jlo, Lil' Jlo, Lil' Jlo, 720, YSN
Seven in the morning, tryna get some pape
Seven in the morning, on the road, out of state
Seven in the morning, mm, seven in the morning, mm
Seven, 7 a.m., tryna get some pape
Skippin' school to hit the road, goin' out of state
I see the envy in you niggas, all I feel is hate
You ain't never dump shit, you ain't sole no shake
Man, my niggas be on dumb shit, tryna bust a face
Brody ass duckin' feds, man, fuck a case
Love all my brothers, you don't know
About them times we had to sleep up on the floor
Sellin' grams at my market or the fuckin' corner store
I'm on the go, chasing money, give a fuck about a hoe
Y'all ain't fuck wit' me back then, so how the fuck am I y'all bro
YSN' be the mob, but you already know
Gotta keep a tissue on me, tryna wipe a nigga nose
Mmh, like he sick or somethin
Girl, you ain't come for no reason, eat this dick or somethin
Baby girl, keep suckin' on my dick while I keep on thumbing
Thumbin' all these fuckin' racks, ayy
7 a.m., tryna get some pape
Skippin' school to hit the road, goin' out of state
I see the envy in you niggas, all I feel is hate
You ain't never dump shit, you ain't tell no shake
Mmh Brody zooted off them drugs
I'm so P on a bitch, I don't really give a fuck
Let a nigga disrespect me, I'ma send his ass up
Had to close that back door, man, I thought you was my blood
A lot of niggas had his love, but they don't never show me love
I ain't been the same since the day they took my cuz
Hoes used to hoe me, now I'm lit, bitch, I'm a thrust
Young turnt-ass nigga, bet you hear this in the club
I ain't YSL, but it's free that nigga thug
Bitch, I'm YSN, young, shiesty nigga
Servin' all my heads, yeah, they love these jiggas
I be paranoid, clutchin' on my trigger
I be blowin' woods by the motherfuckin' face
You ain't talkin' bout no money, stay the fuck up out my way
We some wild-ass boys, give a fuck about the Jakes
How you wanna be a star when you don't know what it take
You gotta take the risk, you gotta put the grind in
Take one of mine, best believe that I'm slidin
Bitch, you fuckin' with me, nigga, keep on trying
Presidential fuckin' status, man, I feel like Joe Biden
The opps need to recharge, they keep on dyin
You ain't never sold a bow, why the fuck is you lyin'
King, of the jungle like a motherfuckin' lion
Turnt the nigga, drop a lot, I'm convinced that they hidin
I been feelin' good, I been smokin' strong
If you tryna make some money, I can put you on
Brodie tryna faw, headshot at your dome
If you a fake, broke, bougie-ass bitch, then we won't get along
If you a fake, broke, bougie-ass bitch, then we won't get along
We won't get along
If you a fake, broke, bougie-ass bitch, then we won't get along
We won't get along
If you a fake, broke, bougie-ass bitch, then we won't get along
I put my all in these motherfuckin' headphones
Hope that you listen when you hear me in these damn songs
Baby girl, get in the bed, take off your damn thongs
7 A.M., tryna get some pape
Skippin' school to hit the road, goin' out of state
I see the envy in you, niggas, I can feel the hate
You ain't never dump shit, you ain't sold no shit
7 A.M., tryna get some pape
Skippin' school to hit the road, goin' out of state
I see the envy in you, niggas, I can feel the hate
You ain't never done shit, you ain't sold no shake
You ain't sold no shake
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Writer(s): Jamison Long
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