One Seven ft. Dmula & Tsapp Lyrics

They know I'ma do it again

These niggas be actin' like pussies That shit not makin' no sense

But I'm ridin' around that new range 80k, this chump changed

Shotgun, yeah, give me brain Ready to go, ain't no bumpin' brakes

Man, I'ma get it till I'm deceased run for that money like athletes

Dog hoes still after me Let me hit it, my niggas G

When we finish, bitch, pick up your shit Ho, you gotta go

Said she isn't done , she want some more I took her to the O

R.I.P. King Von, Uncle Turtle, Pop Smoke Man, we lost some real niggas

2020 was hella cold Flashback, of me as a teen

Cookin crack for sale on every block drinking Hennessy with tana ducking 12

Never, never, never, never need a cosign I don't want a little, a nigga need a whole nine

When I'm at Chop Chop, ran into a goldmine Only live once, a nigga got no time

Swear, I'ma get it now, nigga, no cap till I'm six feet dead on my back

These don't want me to win They know I'ma do it again

Every day that I wake up, I'm livin' a dream Fantasizing bout some shit I'm tryna see

Grindin' hard, tryna get to where I wanna be Do it for the fam, that's on love to 17

Every day that I wake up, I'm livin' a dream just got some pussy off the hitty, off the green

Niggas cappin' shit, ain't really what it seem Do it for the fam, that's on love to 17

Every day that I wake up, I'm livin' a dream Fantasizing bout some shit I'm tryna see

Grindin' hard, tryna get to where I wanna be Do it for the fam, that's on love to 17

I wake up, get back to business Only close my eyes for a good 30 minutes

Roll some sides, take a shot of Henny What's on my feet cost a pretty penny

That's how I'ma step, you better come correct Pin the toes down, gotta be walkin' on check

Payin' for a key so your shit get capped Puttin' up sleep, now you bout to get slapped

The blinky won't leave, but Hickey just got Jeep talkin' outside your neck

Thought I was alright till the shit went flat Get ran down like a flight of the step

Kick it like a P.A.T. when the pack touchdown Move heavy weight, that's pound for pound

Loud guy, I'm callin', gotta check the dial Ran through a hundred pack, got 40 fouls

Came from a Vick, I went to a split I double back up and I grind the circuit

Grind up a mix, I twist up a split Full of medical and it's all herbal

I pop up an ad, I don't do commercial I run through the block like the old Hershey

I shoot like the red box, like Roberto I'm in the field, my heart color purple

Every day that I wake up, I'm livin' a dream Fantasizing bout some shit I'm tryna see

Grindin' hard, tryna get to where I wanna be Do it for the fam, that's on love to 17

Every day that I wake up, I'm livin' a dream Got some pussy off the hitty, off the green

Niggas cappin' shit, ain't really what it seem Do it for the fam, that's on love to 17

Every day that I wake up, I'm livin' a dream Fantasizing bout some shit I'm tryna see

Grindin' hard, tryna get to where I wanna be Do it for the fam, that's on love to 17