7.62

Pipe that shit up TnT

Dmac on the fuckin' track

I say, uh, oh, yeah, look

In the back of the Benz, I just got it painted

The grill gold-plated, my crib still gated

But we ain't used to have not a dollar, who gon' take it

Robberies in Grand Theft Auto, I can't fake it

They told me don't be trippin' about it, I can't save it

A whole lotta bring problems

But if a nigga play, we gon' get him murdered tomorrow

Wanna see me demonstrate?

'87 tea top Cultey, put it on the interstate

Solitaire, DO, they can't even see my face

These hoes they want me to chase

I don't keep my sneakers laced

I don't ride [?] my key can't go to no valet

Flew my cars out to LA

I saw so many posin' and bitch we gon' need to vacate

We been off for some decades

Look, smokin' grade A, but in school I got low grades

Get that boy a box of perfume, he got [?]

Look, throw that boy a 7.62, we don't throw shade

I hope everyone don't hit you, not partly

Look, I'ma die, in these Cuban links, I feel like [?]

Walk through 'em, want me to call through, that's a role

Look, what you gonna do when the money through, shorty

Don't keep tellin' me what you gon' do for me

Okay, yeah, only talk about shit that I go through, I ain't phony

You gon' do, what The Who, I ain't homie

Lab man, he got [?] by the

I ain't no cappin', I spent you advance on little homie

We gon' get it [?] we don't land til the morning, huh

Matter fact, gon' hit 'em up while I'm performin', huh

I just got another grill, call me George Foreman, huh

I just got another mil' and I ain't even hungry, huh

Are you niggar, do it, bitch you worser than a woman, huh

Anybody get it nigga, show me my opponent, huh

I be in the newest shit, I introduce you to this

I put you on my shooter list, fuck it, let me do the bitch

I been goin' through some shit, flip out, give the Juul a hit

On the one like Chris child, we don't sip on no Christ style

I remember ridin' 'round in that bucket

When we was in that Nissan, they didn't give me nothin'

When I was fucked up my own bitch wouldn't even love me

When I ain't have my swagger right the hoe wouldn't even fuck me

I be on some feed the fam shit, I know my momma proud of me

I know that cuck real good, I just can't put down the shit

I do it real big, but they don't acknowledge it

Look at where I live

You know I cash that on it, a condo and a crib

I pay more than 1.5 for it

Every day I spend some shit, every thing I'm in be lit

Everything I thing about it, I be tryna spend some shit

Long live all of my niggas where we done came

Hater, I gotta talk to you in the graveyard