- YFN Lucci 7.62 歌詞
- YFN Lucci
- 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
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