777 Lyrics

Ain't no cap in my rap

(Nah)

Got that full clip on my lap

Trigga finger, double tap

Beam with with a scope and a lab coat

Mad scientist when I'm in the booth

(Ahh)

All these hatters just some hoes

Standing ten toes I never fold

Bet they see me at the shows

Showing fake love, yea that's fosho

Lay low off the grid

Sipping on a bottle till I'm lit

Spark up and record another hit

Spark up and record another hit

Do this on the daily for my kid

Get on stage reppin Triple7

Fuck with my family send yo ass to heaven

If that ain't where you destined

Lay yo ass rested

This life I manifested

No trust, I stay vested

If you broke and hating, get yo money up I suggest it

I believe in this music, yea I invested

Making hits after hits, yea I feel destined

Why these weak ass rappers sound congested

Mic one two three Say it with yo chest bitch

I'm just tryna run up shows

Run up the shows

Run up the shows

Run up the shows, Oh

(Spark it up)

(Spark it up)

(Spark it up)

Ain't no cap in my rap

Got that full clip on my lap

Trigga finger, double tap

Beam with with a scope and a lab coat

Mad scientist when I'm in the booth

(Ahh)

All these hatters just some hoes

Standing ten toes I never fold

Bet they see me at the shows

Showing fake love, yea that's fosho

Lay low off the grid

Sippin on a bottle till I'm lit

Spark up and record another hit