7.62

Pipe that shit up TNT (Pipe that shit up TNT, Pipe that shit up TNT)

Dmac on the fuckin' track

(Fuckin' track, fuckin' track)

(Oh, yeah)

(Yeah, oh yeah)

I say, uh, oh

Yeah, look

In the back of the Benz, I just got it painted

The grill gold-plated (Huh)

My crib still gated

But we ain't used to have not a dollar, who gon' take it, huh?

Robberies and grand theft auto's, I can't fake it

They told me don't be trippin' about it, I can't save it

A whole lotta money bring problems

But if a **** play

We gon' get him murdered tomorrow

(Yeah)

Wanna see me demonstrate?

'87 T-top Cutlass, put it on the interstate

Solitaire, Dior bucket, they can't even see my face

These hoes be wantin' me to chase

I don't keep my sneakers laced

I don't ride straight-eight, my key can't go to no valet

Flew my cars out to L.A.

I sold so many 'bows in that bitch, we gon' need to vacate

We been on for some decades

Yeah, look

Smokin' grade A

But in school, I got low grades

Get that boy a box of perfume, he got ho ways

(Yeah, aye)

Look, throw that boy a 7.62, we don't throw shade

I hope everyone of 'em hit you, not parlay

Look, I'ma die in these Cuban links

I feel like Rod Wave

Walk through 'em

Want me to come through, that's a rollie

Look, what you gonna do when the money through, shorty?

Don't keep tellin' me what you gon' do for me

(Uh, okay)

I only talk 'bout shit that I go through, I ain't phony (Huh)

You gon' do, huh, what to who?

I ain't homie (Huh)

Last man, he got trash-canned 'bout the homie

I ain't no cappin', I spent yo' advance on lil' homie, uh

We gon' get his address, we gon' land till the mornin', huh

Matter of fact, gon' hit 'em up while I'm performin', huh

I just got another grill, call me George Foreman

I just got another mil' and I ain't even hungry (Uh)

All you **** do is bitch, you worser than a woman (Hey)

Anybody get it, ****

Show me my opponent, huh

I be in the newest shit

I introduce you to this

I put you on my shooter list

Fuck it, let me do the bitch

I been goin' through some shit

Flip out, give the Juul a hit

I'm the "1" like Chris child

We don't sip on no Cristal

I remember ridin' 'round in that bucket (Huh)

When we was in that Nissan, they didn't give me nothin' (Huh)

When I was fucked up, my own bitch wouldn't even love me

When I ain't have my swagger right, no hoe wouldn't even fuck me (Fuck me)

I be on some feed the fam shit

I know my momma proud of me

I know that cup real good

I just can't put down the shit

I do it real big

(Yeah)

But they don't acknowledge it

Look at where I live (Huh)

You know I cashed out on it, a condo and a crib

I pay more than 1.5 for it

Everyday expensive shit

Everything I'm in be lit

Every time I think about jit

I be tryna spend some shit, uh

Long live all of my ****, swear we done came far

Hate I gotta talk to you in the graveyard

(Graveyard, graveyard, graveyard, graveyard)

Yeah