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Hov Numbers
Lucky Seven
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Yea, yea
Yeah (brr)
You know the vibes (whoo, whoo, whoo), Drumwork
Look, shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner
Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, whoa
Shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner
Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, yeah
Still in my bag, I'm still in my bag, yeah (still in my bag, yeah)
Still in my bag, bitch, I'm still in my bag, uh (still in my bag, uh)
Still in my bag, I'm still in my bag, yeah (still in my bag, yeah)
I'll get you whacked, spend 20 out of my bag
Been in the trenches, I've been pumpin' (huh)
Now I pull up leave the Benz runnin' (huh)
Glock 21, call it Tim Duncan (brr)
Brodie pull up, he gon' end som'n (boom boom boom!)
I just left the club, spent a big bag
Why you go there, nigga? You ain't spend nothin' (ha)
Niggas rappin' all this tough shit
Why you talkin' 'bout it, you ain't did nothin' (what you did?!)
Look at my (look at my)
You bitches couldn't come close
Coconut, pockets of the nigga in ghosts
I pogoda, shit, live it up, doin' the most
Like, what's the sky? (What's the sky?)
Shit, I got here on a boat, and he did too
All of the money is toucan blue
My nigga darin', like, who can't shoot?
Bitches be starin' like you didn't puke
You unprepared if you can't get two
Fuck it, tell 'em bring six
Call my nigga Jonny Quick, how he icy with a stick
Last round, drown, pick, watch how we get rich
I'ma talk big shit, like a nigga big dick
You can't tell me shit, bitch, except where the lick went
By the way, I drip, bitch, suck it with the lipstick
Fuck it, let me chill, shit, Conway told me, "Kill shit"
I done hit the kill switch (I done hit the kill switch)
Look, shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner
Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, whoa
Shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner
Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, yeah
Fat boy, be layin' shit
Cl-clumsy nigga how I break your bitch
Buds yellow, purple Laker shit
I be takin' from her while you take a shit
Ain't no time to be wastin', shit
Rolled a blunt, I done faced the shit
History, watch me make the shit
Bought a white plate (yeah)
Still in my bag, countin' my blessings and countin' the tag
I stay finessin' my way to the cash
If I hit that bitch then she got a tag
Shawty top it off, she usin' her hands
Throw it back, she gon' give me the head
Only fans, she gon' give me the bands
I got a shooter for her and her mans
She wanna chill, but I got other plans
I get out, then it's back to the spot
I could never turn my back on the block
I sent a play-up, easy money, that's a layup
They been sleepin' on me, stay out
I'm in the playoffs, can't afford another day off
I know this shit finna pay off (yeah)
Drunk off the liquor, I'm feelin' myself (bey')
Workin' overtime, I'm killin' myself
Drop the hottest tape, it's still on the shelf
I've been prayin' while I'm goin' through hell
Weigh it out, I'll put it out on the scale
Everywhere I put it out in the mail
Look, shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner
Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, whoa
Shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner
Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, yeah
Still in my bag, I'm still in my bag, yeah
Still in my bag, bitch, I'm still in my bag, uh (still in my bag, uh)
Still in my bag, I'm still in my bag, yeah
I'll get you whacked, spend 20 out of my bag
Posted on the corner, I got the toast under (I got toast under)
Keep me some shooters, but I got one too
And that for my own comfort (that for my own comfort)
Used to push that ROC, I was doin' Hov numbers
Plug just sent like 100 more through, it's gon' be a cold summer (whoo)
Wintertime come, we got mad heaters
Bullets like the nose on a anteater (ah)
Shotgun like an elephant trunk (boom)
The clip longer than a giraffe femur (whoo)
Spot 'em like a panthera, but they can't see us (nah)
Bullets come fast as a damn cheetah
Right at your face, like bear fingers, we'll stampede you
Fully with the switch and the fan feature, and that bitch don't jam neither (nah)
I give 'em (what?) everything the four got, then I catch amnesia (whoo)
You know it's up when you see that van creepin' (skirt)
Hop out, hoodie tight on, black sneakers
Yeah, they hated and threw stones at me, but I got back even
The black Jesus, ah (whoo)
Shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner
Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, whoa
Shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner
Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, whoa
Still in my bag, I'm still in my bag, yeah
Still in my bag, bitch, I'm still in my bag, uh (still in my bag, uh)
Still in my bag, I'm still in my bag, yeah
I'll get you whacked, spend 20 out of my bag
Lucky ain't scared of shit, movin' so arrogant
I ain't got money for niggas, I'm wearin' it (yep)
It's apparent, gettin' paid from appearances (uh)
Airin' the stick while I'm sharin' my chair and shit
Maryland like six hours away
I was carryin' pounds like I'm proud of the weight (right)
Like a careless child, I go out of my way, (right) to fuck up your day
Bury your smile in the fountain of pain
I promise I'll change, but right now I'm focused on countin' some change
A mountain of money, I pile up in shame
Dive in it like I'm Scrooge McDuck
Benz Field, I got two in the front (yeah)
Open the doors, it's just women and blunts
Hop in, now you winnin' with luck
Shoppin' 'cause we spendin' enough (yeah)
Stock tips, hope you gettin' 'em up
Pop shit, nonsense, boxed in, nah, nigga, I move when I want
Watch this, got rich, rock hits, mosh pits, musical stunts
Drop-kick all the dudes in the front
You are not big, just take it from us
Drumwork, them niggas is us
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