- 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 aint used to have not a dollar, who gon take it
Robberies and grand theft autos, I cant fake it
They told me dont be trippin about it, I cant 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 cant even see my face
These hoes they want me to chase
I dont keep my sneakers laced
I dont ride straight 8 my key cant 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 dont throw shade
I hope everyone dont hit you, not partly
Look, Ima die, in these Cuban links, I feel like Rod Wave
Walk through em, want me to call through, thats a role
Look, what you gonna do when the money through, shorty
Dont keep tellin me what you gon do for me
Okay, yeah, only talk about **** that I go through, I aint phony
You gon do, what to who? I aint homie
Last man, he got tracked by the
Aint no cappin, I spent you advance on little homie
We gon get an address we dont land til the morning, huh
Matter fact, gon hit em up while Im performin, huh
I just got another grill, call me George Foreman, huh
I just got another mil and I aint 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 dont sip on no Cristal
I remember ridin round in that bucket
When we was in that Nissan, they didnt give me nothin
When I was ****ed up my own ***** wouldnt even love me
When I aint have my swagger right the hoe wouldnt even * *** me
I be on some feed the fam ****, I know my momma proud of me
I know that cook real good, I just cant put down the ****
I do it real big, but they dont 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 Im 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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