Lucky 7's Lyrics

Put em on ice again

I Put em on ice again like

I had a lil roster

Was smoking through niggas like rastas

They can't even see it

Had em wide open, receiver

He doing the dash

But he couldn't retrieve it

Had my heart twisted on niggas

That told me some shit

But I never could see it

Had my mind focused on getting up outta this school

But I couldn't believe it

Losing my mind so it's "fuck I can't sleep"

And I'm facing the woods just to count all my sheep

Feening for E so that I can feel better

Airing them out now they looking for shelter

Feeling the pressure so fuck I can't sleep

And she offering pleasure that shit is so cheap

Devil in Prada, his shit so white

Devil is dripping

He flooded with ice

Moving too slow and I'm looking for speed

Keep it consistent that's all that I need

You changing the pace then this shit finna crash

If you taking my test then make sure you could pass

Checking my page

And he checking my face

Tryna read on my mind

Tryna stay in his place

Stay on my doly they pray on my death

Stay on my doly they knew I was blessed

I had a lil roster

Was smoking through niggas like rastas

They can't even see it

Had em wide open, receiver

He doing the dash

But he couldn't retrieve it

Had my heart twisted on niggas

That told me some shit

But I never could see it

Had my mind focused on getting up outta this school

But I couldn't believe it

Ghosting my hoes now they feeling like Casper

That's what you get

For fucking with rappers

Keep you around just to feed all they demons

They act like they with you

Switch up like the seasons

Drowning in crowds tryna dead all my doubts

So I'm calling up homies to water the drought

Crossing my line get a cease and desist

If you fuck with the fam then you cease to exist

I'm downing the bottle

I'm drinking the molly

I'm trying to chill but I think that he want me

He trying to talk and I'm tryna dance

Tryna pull up when i be in a stance

Checking his gangsta

He checking my vibe

Giving him life

But he trying to die

All up in this kitty

I think that he scheming

I think that he feening

I love that he feening like

I had a lil roster

Was smoking through niggas like rastas

They can't even see it

Had em wide open, receiver

He doing the dash

But he couldn't retrieve it

Had my heart twisted on niggas

That told me some shit

But I never could see it

Had my mind focused on getting up outta this school

But I couldn't believe it