7.62

Pipe that **** up TnT

Dmac on the ****in' 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 and grand theft autos, I can't fake it

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

A whole lotta money bring problems

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

Wanna see me demonstrate?

'87 tea top Cutley, put it on the interstate

Solitaire Dior Bucket, 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 straight 8 my key can't go to no valet

Flew my cars out to LA

I sold so many bows in this ***** 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 old ways

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 Rod Wave

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 **** that I go through, I ain't phony

You gon' do, what to who? I ain't homie

Last man, he got tracked by the

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

We gon' get an address 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

How you *****s do it, ***** you worser than a woman, huh

Anybody get it *****, show me my opponent, huh

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

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

I been goin' through some ****, flip out, give the Jeweler a hit

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

I remember ridin' 'round in that bucket

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

When I was ****ed up my own ***** wouldn't even love me

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

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

I know that cook real good, I just can't put down the ****

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 expensive ****, everything I'm in be lit

Every time I think about it, I be tryna spend some ****

Long live all of my *****s where we done came

Hater, I gotta talk to you in the graveyard