Y.b.c - Seven x 7 (feat. l.d aka lildonn)

We got some shit make you turn around
We got some shit make you jump around
I got a gun that been never found
Big choppa on me and it's very loud
I'm toting guns on guns having lots of fun 30Shotz got several
We counting blues no ones me and L.D in traffic and this not a rental
Look do drill then switch up the car no way we catching a case
40 Bullets and 45 bullets lemme know what you wanna taste
Green beam attach to the gun a pussy I'm not finna chase
New opp in the air is it gas grab a wood cuz this to the face
Another opp died that's regular
This nina a bitch none similar
This 380 a glock just miniature
My bro been staining shit like Dillinger
Ion gotta say too much
I'll leave y'all in some dust
Free my 7s y'all lames
Niggas told this shit fucked up
Opp niggas who love making diss nigga go suck dick
Y'all want us to spin check the score once again
None of us took a lost so y'all gotta do better
Anyway back to the script
I been running up bricks tha new whip I got I could buy several
I keep a 45 let a nigga slide by
And I promise you I'm sending him to wherever
Turn around bro that smell like some shit
That's new pack whatchu call that Shhh
All the opp niggas really stay on dicks
But I know why cous GetRight been the shit
Fuck the opps tho get back to cheddar
Yeah we been low but we starting doin' better
If you want smoke let me know I'm wherever
Said he killed a 7 but we never met a reverend
Jump around jump around
He was running plays but he done fumbled now
Put the glock to his hip make his stomach growl
All the 7's been up ain't coming down
He was dissing the gang had to hunt 'em down
Big choppa on me don't chu make a sound
Big body Range come thru bitch shake the ground
All the 7's look straight ain't no turnin' round aye aye
Lemme talk my shit free glizzy
When he shoot you will get 30
This flash ona gun make it blurry
Ona drill my 7s move scurry
We'll shit yuh block down Phil Murphy
French bitch wanna fuck off a yerky
When it's up that pussy get buried
Morning time I'm back in Jersey
My fans said they fuck with my swag
I'm Seven I don't me to brag
I stepped in the game and got racks
I'm that nigga I stunt like my dad
Heard my opps out here going out bad
For a fee it depends I might tax
Bro gave me the word I'm like facts
Off Blue Dream I'm cooked to the max
We got some shit make you turn around
We got some shit make you jump around
I got a gun that been never found
Big choppa on me and it's very loud
I'm toting guns on guns having lots of fun 30Shotz got several
We counting blues no ones me and L.D in traffic and this not a rental
Gangsta
Y'all know what the fuck going on man seven tha fuck up man
I'm back nigga y'all know what the fuck going on Tales from Seven
Just keep my name out yuh mouth for I pop up on a nice day unexpected shit

Writers: Kasaan Clarke , Ladonn Brown

Lyrics © DistroKid

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