Letras
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven days a week I still feel like I'm asleep
Killing motherfuckers like I'm up in a dream
Seven days to live pick up the phone when I ring
Stepping think I'm flexing bitch I know I'm a king
It's the frost dripping
Lost sippin'
Saw gripping
Cutting off bitches
Double crossing
You would think the realest all missing
Want the smoke I got the flame
You don't believe you better pray
We ain't the same fuck out my face
Bitch I'm a god hoe
FROST BLXOD, there's no matching my bravado
Looking like I'm Joe Goldberg with the hat low
Wanna fuck around and play this ain't an act tho
We'll see how that goes
Seven!
Seven!
Seven!
What y'all know about seven, pay me
Boy you are the goddamn devil
Kill a motherfucker now he 6ft deep
Everybody in my city got nothing on me
Banksy in the street
Off a leash I'm a beast
John wick with the heat
All black with a red beam
Strapped with a blade
Can't kill what you can't see
Aim for the face gotta bullet with your name on it
Couldn't find a case on it
Getting so cold
No stopping the flowing
Can't stop when I'm going
The Blxod getting frozen
I'm running these circles around you
Fucked around no round two
Pentagram where they found you
Half dead like I don't gotta soul
Seven days till my grave now you see how it goes