777 (feat. Deezy DaRealest)
Ouuuuu
Before we turn up on this bitch everybody throw they 7's up
Yea Yeeyee
Yea Yeeyee
Yea Yeeyee
I ain't they type to jig but right now a nikka lit
VIP section with my 7's know we flyer den a bitch
Face good with the club a bow of za in this bitch
Pass the wood you know its good yeen never been high like this
Designer on me head to toe I had a dream the world changed woke up it was still the same
How you let nikka clap fye at you and not do a damn thing
Found out your lady getting stuff now you wanna collect a nikka brains
Lord this cycle must be stopped Nikkas outchea cuffing bops I'm starting to think you nikkas cops
I ain't with that tongue wrestling i'm the one that get the drop
Better pray them babies don't push up on your block hopout with shots
Bullets blind navigate good make sure they find your ass
A lotta sticks a lotta drums we got plenty bass
Youngin use his dreads as a mask you I'll never see his face
Slang that bitch every way I mean every way
Different hottie same tint with a 5in
When I cry others cry you know how it get
Uh pin your ass down like Ricky yeen out running shit
Been putting the belt to nikkas ass like they on punishment
Shid let me hold the belt
Gone ahead and help yourself
You gotta put your arm in to it make sure you leave a welp
Imma magnet to the freaks she told me she cant help herself
These nikkas pillow taking to these hoes but biting just how i step
Ion shoot no shots but if I did I'll drop the bitch just like I'm Steph
We outchea blowing money fast shoutout BMF
We fuck the streets up every drop just like we serving meth
Yo pockets flat my pockets fat I need to give yo ass some help
I treat yo ho jus like a book when I fuck I put her on the shelf
I spend yo allowance on a fit
I ain't never had no pics
These niggas broker than a bitch get your ho up off my dick
Like a toilet I'm with the shits fuck her good she doin the splits
I throw up gang she like dat shi we darealest in this bitch
Ain't no need to change the channel this motion shit a never stop
You'll think I cut my fucking head off lil bitch I'm out my top
I gave her 10 to leave a airpod that's how I got the drop
I told you don't be thinking with your dick you gone get smashed fucking with thots
You gone get smashed fucking with hoes Amiri shoes amiri clothes
No apple jacks but we got bowls half of these bitches already sold
That faking shit get you exposed how he a gangster but he told
Before we turn up on this bitch everybody throw they 7's up
Yea Yeeyee
Yea Yeeyee
Yea Yeeyee
I ain't they type to jig but right now a nikka lit
VIP section with my 7's know we flyer den a bitch
Face good with the club a bow of za in this bitch
Pass the wood you know its good yeen never been high like this
Designer on me head to toe I had a dream the world changed woke up it was still the same
How you let nikka clap fye at you and not do a damn thing
Found out your lady getting stuff now you wanna collect a nikka brains
Lord this cycle must be stopped Nikkas outchea cuffing bops I'm starting to think you nikkas cops
I ain't with that tongue wrestling i'm the one that get the drop
Better pray them babies don't push up on your block hopout with shots
Bullets blind navigate good make sure they find your ass
A lotta sticks a lotta drums we got plenty bass
Youngin use his dreads as a mask you I'll never see his face
Slang that bitch every way I mean every way
Different hottie same tint with a 5in
When I cry others cry you know how it get
Uh pin your ass down like Ricky yeen out running shit
Been putting the belt to nikkas ass like they on punishment
Shid let me hold the belt
Gone ahead and help yourself
You gotta put your arm in to it make sure you leave a welp
Imma magnet to the freaks she told me she cant help herself
These nikkas pillow taking to these hoes but biting just how i step
Ion shoot no shots but if I did I'll drop the bitch just like I'm Steph
We outchea blowing money fast shoutout BMF
We fuck the streets up every drop just like we serving meth
Yo pockets flat my pockets fat I need to give yo ass some help
I treat yo ho jus like a book when I fuck I put her on the shelf
I spend yo allowance on a fit
I ain't never had no pics
These niggas broker than a bitch get your ho up off my dick
Like a toilet I'm with the shits fuck her good she doin the splits
I throw up gang she like dat shi we darealest in this bitch
Ain't no need to change the channel this motion shit a never stop
You'll think I cut my fucking head off lil bitch I'm out my top
I gave her 10 to leave a airpod that's how I got the drop
I told you don't be thinking with your dick you gone get smashed fucking with thots
You gone get smashed fucking with hoes Amiri shoes amiri clothes
No apple jacks but we got bowls half of these bitches already sold
That faking shit get you exposed how he a gangster but he told
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Writer(s): Ja’milleun Wilson
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