I got a 7 with no mind, bring his fie inside the party
Barely talk, but he with the shit, so please don't get him started
Don't be with the flexin' when he around, cause he be plottin
He got some screws loose, I swear the nigga retarded
My youngest let you start the beef, then after he gon' finish
In the field with mud in his shoes, somethin' like a scrimmage
Bout his bread, he'll chase the check before he chase a sentence
He a animal with this shit, but they call that boy the menace
Other 7, he a hothead, sometimes he be scarin' me
Always on the move, you'll think he got somewhere to be
Mind of his own, you can't tell that nigga nothin
Ready to wipe yo...boy I dare you pull a stunt
My other 7 be trippin', I swear he ain't got no sense
Into it with anybody, he don't care if it was a bitch
When it come to them clothes, he put on with that shit
Designer clothes in his name, so you know that boy legit
Don't get confused when I tell you about this next 7 for real
Cause we all smokin', but this nigga smokin' for real
He gon' follow you home and lay outside of yo crib
Put some holes in yo ass that God can't even heal
My other 7 barely talk, he a silent assassin
Plottin' on the lick, and he ready for action
F*ck the party and he don't care for designer clothes
Hit a lick and get a bag before he hit one of his hoes
Next 7, I don't mean to brag, but he the shit
Makin' moves they don't even know about, he hittin' licks
Everything he left broken, his past is gettin' fixed
Dirty money in his stash that he tryna make legit
This next 7, everybody favorite, the hood hero
The only nigga bounce back every time from zero
Everybody know his name, hold weight just like a kilo
He a big fish, the opps don't treat him like Finding Nemo
The next 7's comin' in pairs, dynamic duo
One be on that lick, the other one be high as Pluto
Lowkey but still on bullshit, Alex Caruso
Strap like marines, heavy guns just like a sumo
I can't fit him in a song, but it's still some of em left
I can make it long, but I rather you meet em yourself
Them bout money boys ain't never needed no help
Don't approach em with that stupid shit, ain't good for yo health
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I got a 7 with no mind, bring his fie inside the party
Barely talk, but he with the shit, so please don't get him started
Don't be with the flexin' when he around, cause he be plottin
He got some screws loose, I swear the nigga retarded
My youngest let you start the beef, then after he gon' finish
In the field with mud in his shoes, somethin' like a scrimmage
Bout his bread, he'll chase the check before he chase a sentence
He a animal with this shit, but they call that boy the menace
Other 7, he a hothead, sometimes he be scarin' me
Always on the move, you'll think he got somewhere to be
Mind of his own, you can't tell that nigga nothin
Ready to wipe yo...boy I dare you pull a stunt
My other 7 be trippin', I swear he ain't got no sense
Into it with anybody, he don't care if it was a bitch
When it come to them clothes, he put on with that shit
Designer clothes in his name, so you know that boy legit
Don't get confused when I tell you about this next 7 for real
Cause we all smokin', but this nigga smokin' for real
He gon' follow you home and lay outside of yo crib
Put some holes in yo ass that God can't even heal
My other 7 barely talk, he a silent assassin
Plottin' on the lick, and he ready for action
F*ck the party and he don't care for designer clothes
Hit a lick and get a bag before he hit one of his hoes
Next 7, I don't mean to brag, but he the shit
Makin' moves they don't even know about, he hittin' licks
Everything he left broken, his past is gettin' fixed
Dirty money in his stash that he tryna make legit
This next 7, everybody favorite, the hood hero
The only nigga bounce back every time from zero
Everybody know his name, hold weight just like a kilo
He a big fish, the opps don't treat him like Finding Nemo
The next 7's comin' in pairs, dynamic duo
One be on that lick, the other one be high as Pluto
Lowkey but still on bullshit, Alex Caruso
Strap like marines, heavy guns just like a sumo
I can't fit him in a song, but it's still some of em left
I can make it long, but I rather you meet em yourself
Them bout money boys ain't never needed no help
Don't approach em with that stupid shit, ain't good for yo health
Barely talk, but he with the shit, so please don't get him started
Don't be with the flexin' when he around, cause he be plottin
He got some screws loose, I swear the nigga retarded
My youngest let you start the beef, then after he gon' finish
In the field with mud in his shoes, somethin' like a scrimmage
Bout his bread, he'll chase the check before he chase a sentence
He a animal with this shit, but they call that boy the menace
Other 7, he a hothead, sometimes he be scarin' me
Always on the move, you'll think he got somewhere to be
Mind of his own, you can't tell that nigga nothin
Ready to wipe yo...boy I dare you pull a stunt
My other 7 be trippin', I swear he ain't got no sense
Into it with anybody, he don't care if it was a bitch
When it come to them clothes, he put on with that shit
Designer clothes in his name, so you know that boy legit
Don't get confused when I tell you about this next 7 for real
Cause we all smokin', but this nigga smokin' for real
He gon' follow you home and lay outside of yo crib
Put some holes in yo ass that God can't even heal
My other 7 barely talk, he a silent assassin
Plottin' on the lick, and he ready for action
F*ck the party and he don't care for designer clothes
Hit a lick and get a bag before he hit one of his hoes
Next 7, I don't mean to brag, but he the shit
Makin' moves they don't even know about, he hittin' licks
Everything he left broken, his past is gettin' fixed
Dirty money in his stash that he tryna make legit
This next 7, everybody favorite, the hood hero
The only nigga bounce back every time from zero
Everybody know his name, hold weight just like a kilo
He a big fish, the opps don't treat him like Finding Nemo
The next 7's comin' in pairs, dynamic duo
One be on that lick, the other one be high as Pluto
Lowkey but still on bullshit, Alex Caruso
Strap like marines, heavy guns just like a sumo
I can't fit him in a song, but it's still some of em left
I can make it long, but I rather you meet em yourself
Them bout money boys ain't never needed no help
Don't approach em with that stupid shit, ain't good for yo health
Writer: Reekade Taureau
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