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Triple 7, uptown bitch (right, let me talk to 'em)
I turn my voice up, turn my voice up
Let me talk to him (let me talk to him)
Ooh, 27 Club
Why the fuck these bitches keep on actin' out?
Cappin' out they mouth actin' like they really crashin' out
Honest to God, it just give me somethin' to laugh about
I'm savage now, remember back then when I ain't even havin' style
Look at me now, got me somethin' to brag about
Cashin' out, numbers is risin' in all the math accounts
Keep it strict like tennis, tell 'em bring 'em rackets out
I'm tired of all these cappers in this rap shit and now I'm lashin' out
Let him have it, okay, cool, yeah, I'ma do that
Been with this since elementary school and you shoulda knew that
And if I cop for a bam bitch, then I'm makin' two back
They said it won't go be the sickest and I'm screamin', 'Chew that, who that?'
Claimin' that wrong crew whack, I told you not to do that
We the ones who pull through, get your crew back
I don't believe in that thing that's just sayin' 'cause it's too cap
Pulled through on his blocks and the shots and he didn't shoot back
Keep it real, lil bro, now you ain't really on that gang shit
Lame bitch, you probably just flashin' out to be famous
(They were flyin') I'm startin' to wonder where that boy brain is
Fuck that, we gon' put the chrome straight up where his face is
One, two, three, then we erase shit
Playin' in the streets, it ain't no such thing as flagrance
And none of this shit makes sense
How the fuck you poppin' in your pockets, can't even pay rent
A lot of diamond shoppin', how the day went
Say that he a rider, but he never drop location (never droppin')
He never at that spot, he know we waitin'
Motherfuck that boy, keep dissin' me, he know he basic (motherfuck)
Fuck it, L-I-T-B, don't wanna make him face it
Why the fuck these bitches keep on actin' out?
Cappin' out they mouth actin' like they really crashin' out
Honest to God, it just give me somethin' to laugh about
I'm savage now, remember back then when I ain't even havin' style
Look at me now, got me somethin' to brag about
Cashin' out, numbers is risin' in all the math accounts (all went up)
Keep it strict like tennis, tell 'em bring 'em rackets out
I'm tired of all these cappers in this rap shit and now I'm lashin' out
Bitch, I keep a stick just like it's tennis
And I'm shootin' like I'm Cooper from Duke, you could call me Dennis
Ain't no way that they gon' stop me the top is where I've been headin'
I'ma keep my foot on all of you bitches, next I'm relentless
Ain't no way that they forget it, 'cause I claim to paint the image
Bitch, it's one-eight, but it's seven if he reachin' for my necklace
I told that boy not to test it, 'cause he gon' get an F quick
If he don't get the message, this shit gon' get domestic
Send this ass up to heaven bitch I told you I was steppin'
So think about that shit before you steppin' in my section
Don't ever ask no question about what the fuck I'm rappin'
Bitch, it's one crew, and you know all of us got a weapon, bitch
I got that chopper on this block, ready to chop it down
Shh, 'cause it's fuck what you talkin' 'bout
And you really just all be talkin' loud
You don't know a lot about this gang shit, go ahead and jot it down
I got that chopper on this block, ready to chop it down
Shh, 'cause it's fuck what you talkin' 'bout
And you really just all be talkin' loud
You don't know a lot about this gang shit, go ahead and jot it down
Why the fuck these bitches keep on actin' out?
Cappin' out they mouth actin' like they really crashin' out
Honest to God, it just give me somethin' to laugh about
I'm savage now, remember back then when I ain't even havin' style
Look at me now, got me somethin' to brag about
Cashin' out, numbers is risin' in all the math accounts
Keep it strict like tennis, tell 'em bring 'em rackets out
Tired of all these cappers in this rap shit and now I'm lashin' out
Through a seven eight
Y'all made the team