7 Days

[Intro]

(I got Hitman on the beat)

There ain't no love for her

I been M.I.A. though

(Marcuss, you killin' the beat)

Ayy, fuck ya, fuck ya too

Murder gang

[Chorus]

I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely think

I said I quit for seven days, and then I'm back on drank

I been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the same

Still ain't puttin' these guns down, all I know is leave a stain

Hold on, I got a reason 'bout why I came through bleedin'

Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can't see me

Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easy

They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin', straps got built-in beams in

[Verse 1]

If I said it, bitch, I mean it

Gettin' dirty with my clean ass

Double R, back then, it used to be a blue Jag'

Dirty bitch just want cash, fall for it, my wrong ass

Play games, I can't pass

Only thing I want is you smashed

Dirty bitch, you ain't my ho, don't call my phonе with your dog ass

You fuckin' 'round with the other side, don't bе inside when that car crash

Four flat, with my hood on, got a twelve gauge like I'm Milat

Nawfside, better not spin through that

Pussy nigga won't make it back, XD and a fully MAC

Youngin' out the window like, "I told ya" (Bitch, I told ya)

Tryna knock your motherfuckin' head from off your shoulders

You want beef? Okay, I been doin' this for too long, son, (Bet)

I say, "Murder, you know we gon' get you gone, son" (Stretch)

[Chorus]

I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely think

I said I quit for seven days, and then I'm back on drank

I been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the same

Still ain't puttin' these guns down, all I know is leave a stain

Hold on, I got a reason 'bout why I came through bleedin'

Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can't see me

Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easy

They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin', straps got built-in beams in

[Verse 2]

Ain't with me, I say that they all around for that reason

Oh Lord, tell 'em, "Fuck 'em," now they say that they don't need me

They can't get that money on they own, so they subpoena me

Hold on, broke bitch, my top back, one opp black, red scenery

I'm the one who pulled up luxury machine

I'm the one who made them youngins go step on him

Fuck that nigga can't rep off me, murder, we gon' take that shit to 3rd degree

Talkin' at one time, stretch three

Talkin' at one time, kill three

FN-45 with a hammer, Drac' with a drum, thirty-round banana

They blow that strap back after back

If one connect, that bitch gon' slam 'em

Red tips we gon' handle him

Pallbearers, I'ma hand 'em him

My thoughts gone, whole life just temp'

[Chorus]

I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely think

I said I quit for seven days, and then I'm back on drank

I been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the same

Still ain't puttin' these guns down, all I know is leave a stain

Hold on, I got a reason 'bout why I came through bleedin'

Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can't see me

Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easy

They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin', straps got built-in beams in