Tre5Seven Lyrics

Runnin to that bag so fast I think my legs broke

Everything I got on me drippin' just like a egg yolk

Yo Bitch call me Simon, she doin' just what I said so

Shout out to my cousin for keepin' me on my ten toes

I never meant to punch, but I did

Got a steak for myself, lobster mac for my kid

I extended my Glock, but I want me a Sig

Bitch, I grew up with nothin', all I wanted was a bed

Remember not having shit, I was broke, huh?

Bitches and niggas used to laugh, I'm a joke, huh?

Rollin' fat woods to the neck, you do coke, huh?

.45 pin him to the wall like a poster

Put green on a nigga head like the Joker

28 grams in the leaf, but I'm sober

Grippin' on this bad bitch neck like I'm Homer

I was tryna hit him in the back, hit his shoulder

I just went and did the opp shitty, need a replay

I just had to spend two bitches like a DJ

Stop callin' my phone, lil' TJ

I could still be in the crib the fit 3K

I just put a deuce in my cup

You just rolled you a blunt, it was loose as the fuck

Spent some racks on her mouth, open wide when I nut

If you ain't finna shoot, nigga, pass me the gun

Cause you bitch made,

I been lurkin' outside for the 10th day

Beat your baby mama walls while the kids play

$1,400 for that sweater, but I didn't pay

If I put a beam on the Glock, it's gon' hit his face

They couldn't even put him in a suit with a shitty case

F&N won't even leave his soul, it's gon' get erased

.357, no shells, it won't leave a trace