7AM STYLIN Lyrics

I'm a real trendsetter, ask your bitch, my bag bigger

Look, I'ma make sure self straight before I go out sad with ya

You not my partner, ain't my woodie, I can't give no dab to ya

Reason why I got these straps, cause they adapt and clap to ya

She got that ass I'm tryna bag, I see it move I might grab

If I ain't got no fist to fight, I pick my knife up and I stab

Get out my way before I flash, bitch, I might turn you in a flash

When I up this big ol' pipe, I might put fire on your ass

Young Skully stay up in a trap, he just came up on a pack

We just got off Gary Payton, we was smokin' on that thrax

And if you think I'm finna cop, you come around, you gettin' jacked

Cause Beedo stay up on that time, he don't believe in buying pack

And that's a fact, if my youngin' take your car, then you gon' have to buy it back

Before I let you take me out, I'll turn myself into a pack

You ain't no gangster, you a rookie, play your cards that you was delt

I be solo by myself before I ever ask for help

Ain't seen the shit that I done seen, ain't feel the pain that I done felt

Ain't never been behind that tent, tryna put somethin' on the shelf

Lil' bitch, don't tell me bout my life, cause I don't know bout nothin' else

I don't know bout wrong or right, bitch, I'm gon' squeeze until he melt

Get on your knees, bitch, please me to this Veeze shit

It started off with love, but now these niggas on that green shit

If you gang, we bang the same, you bet not Change, or I'm gon' leave shit

All this fuckin' pain up in my veins, you think I need this

I still ain't make it out the trenches

But my mind stuck in a bank, look, I was down by 30 Shots turned to a monster in the paint

look, this ain't back Segregation, make a cracker walk the plank If I was rollin' with young Jane, I would've still drunk out the sink

Bitch, who gon' pop me? Sitin front row

Rosa parks, bitch, who gon' stop me

I speak shit for the trenches, I'm that nigga, tell em, try me

Young Davo punchin' niggas down, no hesitation, feel like Ali

You not my round, boy you a clown, I probably hook you to a I.V

Nigga, go get a I.D., nigga

Get a fuckin' check up too

You bitch ass niggas

I'm on y'all ass

I'm on your ass like pants, nigga

I'm on