On 7 Lyrics

All that shit these niggas talking and shit they aint on nun of dat shit

On my momma

Fasho I'll slap the fuck outta all yaw niggas

Real nigga dis real nigga niggas fake as fuck on seven

Sack chasing hoe expose herself when I'm breaking back

Pockets getting fat took a lap just to run it back

Interrupt a real nigga talking that's gon get you smacked

On seven

I be raising hell in this bitch life still I'm heaven

Only worry bout myself winning niggas on deception

My money don't get stiff na cause I know how to stretch it

Used ta give bitch dick so good she had to neglect it

Life been good still shit get hectic

Throwing deals yaw just don't catch it

Brodie is a bitch he mix emotion wit his business

Bet not claim that bitch she out here feenin for attention

See me diving in that bag you would be too but you don't listen

Better feel grateful in my presence get ta switchin you get switches

Hyena in the spirit greedy bitch ain't shit funny

Treat a whore just like a queen, you treating ya self just like dummy

Hoe ain't got no discipline she want me beat her like I'm Lundy

Niggas fighting ova crumbs cause they use to it

Bitches out here bragging ova bums think she smart, na that bitch stupid

Bitch think you gangsta showing off a gun

Bitch know I'm gangsta ain't no saint I ain't show her nun

Neo im the one, you got the one

Wrong nigga messing wit my dawgs will make ya run, nigga

Sack chasing hoe expose herself when I'm breaking back

Pockets getting fat took a lap just to run it back

Interrupt a real nigga talking that's gon get you smacked

On seven

I be raising hell in this bitch life still I'm heaven

Only worry bout myself winning niggas on deception

My money don't get stiff na cause I know how to stretch it

Used ta give bitch dick so good she had to neglect it

Life been good still shit get hectic

Throwing deals yaw just don't catch it