7am Lyrics

This a PS for you niggas, not no PlayStation

I can have your bitch if I want, but I don't do basic

I want to treat her like a lady, but I ain't the temptations

Slide on your block, hop out, them boys lace him

He acting fishy around this bitch, we going have to bait him

I got the heat in Miami, like I'm Bron Ima have to chase him

He walk down this trail again, we going have to blaze him

Chops look like canes when it's Christmas cause we going have to raise him

My bitch hot, but I'm cool

In the streets, fuck the rules

My bro got locked on the 1st, he ain't get no april fools

When my heart needed fix where was you at with the tool

6 siblings in the house, sometimes we ain't have no food

Ima hot-boy, with a hot stick, with a hot flow

These bitches want to fuck everybody she is nachos

I got some hot shells, like it's Taco Bell duck your taco

5.56, coming out the stick, turn him pot hole

Long live mekhi

Ye, I miss my nigga

This city full of hate, you better go and get a trigger

Ke off that loud, he keep saying he feel the rhythm

And I ain't trying to buddy up with shit, fuck them niggas

I remember I was on my own, I couldn't call nobody phone, remember days I was posted in the back seat

Now these hoes want to call my phone, and these niggas see I'm on, but I don't care I'll blitz him in the back seat