7.62

[Intro]

Pipe that shit up TnT

Dmac on the fuckin' track

Yeah

[Verse]

I say, uh, oh, yeah, look

In the back of the Benz, I just got it painted

The grill gold-plated, ha, my crib steel-gated

When we ain't used to have not a dollar, we would go and take it, ha

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 nigga play

We gon' get him murdered tomorrow, wanna see me demonstrate?

'87 t-top Cutlass, 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-eight, my key can't go to no valet

Flew my cars out to LA

I sold so many 'bows in this bitch, we gon' need to vacate

We been on for some decades (Yeah)

Look, smokin' grade A, but in school I got low grades

Get that boy a box of perfume, he got ho ways

Look, throw that boy a 7.62, we don't throw shade (Yeah)

I hope every one of 'em hit you, not parlay

Look, I'ma die in these Cuban links, I feel like Rod Wave

Walk through 'em, want me to come through, that's a rollie

Look, what you gon' do when the money through, shorty?

Don't keep tellin' me what you gon' do for me (Uh, okay)

Yeah, I only talk 'bout shit that I go through, I ain't phony, huh

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

Last man, he got trash canned 'bout the homie

I ain't no cappin', I spent your advance on lil' homie, uh

We gon' get an address, we gon' 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

I just got another mil' and I ain't even hungry (Uh)

All you niggas do is bitch, you worser than a woman (Yeah)

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

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

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

I been goin' through some shit, flip out, get the jeweler hit

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

I remember ridin' 'round in that bucket, ha

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

When I was fucked up, my own bitch wouldn't even love me

When I ain't have my swagger right, no ho wouldn't even fuck me

I be on some feed the fam shit, I know my mama proud of me

I know that cup real good, I just can't put down that shit

I do it real big, but they don't acknowledge it

Look at where I live, huh, you know I cashed out on it

A condo and a crib, I pay more than 1.5 for it

Everyday expensive shit, everything I'm in be lit

Every time I think 'bout jit, I be tryna spin some shit, uh

Long live all of my niggas, so we done came far

Hate I gotta talk to you in the graveyard