Seven Hundred Fifty ft. MIKEY WANG LAVISH Lyrics

It's Mr 47xx in uhh

And bitch it's 47xx

It's Mr 47xx in a 750

Golden gun By my waist

I let it sing Like it's Whitney

Ice skating through the city

Tires of smoking like a chimney

Ya man's lame What a pity

He a failure like his kidneys

My team up that's a given

Kith Maestros Scottie Pippin

Iron Man Cal Ripken

Air Forces pink linen

Lick the bottom like I'm Joey Crack

OJ Simpson run it back

Boy you killing that's a fact

Boy you killing that's a uh

Gundam wing endless waltz

Tallgeese heavy arms

All my niggas carry arms

With the stash James Bond

Childhood Fetty Wap

17 with a 38

First whip pay a stack for it

With that out-of-state plates

It's 47xx in a 700

What you say

It's Mr 47xx in a 700

47xx

It's Mr 47xx in a 600 Benzy

Bout my Benji's

I'm with Benny

But I ain't drinking Henny

This that pain

I do my thing

You see this Glock

Don't test my aim

Niggas lame

Get out my lane

I want money over fame

Uh

All I preach is game

You telling lies we ain't the same

Five point oh the crews like Kane

If I'm a menace lean insane

For this beat cause it's heat

Catch me where the players meet

TLC she wanna creep

She let me fucking you just eat

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