7øsaka - Origin Lyrics

Runnin' right through at the red light, I'm whippin' too fast for that bullshit
Ain't stopping my grind for nobody, I'm tryna run away from that broke shit
I'm pullin' up after one bad tweet, so you better double think about postin' it
I'm sippin' on purple, my cup bloody, and I wonder why I'm feeling so sick
I'm rockin' all Eliantte diamonds, 'bout a year ago, bitch, out with the golden
I'm stackin' up Os in the back of a G6 jet, you work with a forklift
You think about talkin' that shit, lil boy, cause I f*cked the same hole as your origin
I'm playin' your bitch like a gamepad, boy, you outta town, thinkin' she loyal

You should go throw in the towel
You think you're winning when my squad pull up with the MACs, you might be in denial
I could go pull a bitch, don't need to hire
99 bitches who all tryna f*ck on my frequently, obsessed as Mariah
I f*cked that bitch now she say I'm a liar
Shut the f*ck up, bitch
Three million, cash, my boy, I'm in a pinch
They always come up, like, "what shirt is this?"
You can't afford it, lil boy, it's a one-of-one jersey from Rick's
Pass her to bro and I get the assist
Like Seren, tell that bitch, "shake that shit"
Run it up, run it up, run it up quick
Can't leave my room if I don't got my stick
Vamanos, stack it up higher
Drop me a milly, designer attire
Me and bro 1CEY pull up and we fire it up, PRUXX he gin' light it up higher
Choppa got a punch, ain't no Perry, like Tyler
I caught that boy cause he wearin' a wire
Cops on my ass, I might push on the breaks
Hah, nah, light it up higher

Runnin' right through at the red light, I'm whippin' too fast for that bullshit
Ain't stopping my grind for nobody, I'm tryna run away from that broke shit
I'm pullin' up after one bad tweet, so you better double think about postin' it
I'm sippin' on purple, my cup bloody, and I wonder why I'm feeling so sick
I'm rockin' all Eliantte diamonds, 'bout a year ago, bitch, out with the golden
I'm stackin' up Os in the back of a G6 jet, you work with a forklift
You think about talkin' that shit, lil boy, cause I f*cked the same hole as your origin
I'm playin' your bitch like a gamepad, boy, you outta town, thinkin' she loyal

Pullin' up with the what's-it-called on my wrist, I think it's a Skelly
AP Diamonds on me, ho, know she wanna f*ck me already
The way I got 44 rulers all up in my bag, you'd think I was studying
But nah, I keep berettas and FNs, I carry 'em
Uh , I got a hunnid round drum
Pull up, air this shit out, Dyson
I bet he runnin' right now, he micin'
She say I'm toxic, nickname ricin
I got that big body coupe, no Little Tykes shit
Like Mike Bone, I might bone, but she pricy
My wrist too icy
And, my bro 1CEY
Whoa, I cannot talk right now, I'm countin' up
I cannot walk right now, I been smokin' up
You must be laughin' right now, with all of these jokes and all
But I do not play about nothin'
Playing with us, you be tweaking on Fentanyl?
Matching chains with the bro, we identical
I f*ckin' love smoking up in these chemicals
But I'm always ready to smoke shit

Runnin' right through at the red light, I'm whippin' too fast for that bullshit
Ain't stopping my grind for nobody, I'm tryna run away from that broke shit
I'm pullin' up after one bad tweet, so you better double think about postin' it
I'm sippin' on purple, my cup bloody, and I wonder why I'm feeling so sick
I'm rockin' all Eliantte diamonds, 'bout a year ago, bitch, out with the golden
I'm stackin' up Os in the back of a G6 jet, you work with a forklift
You think about talkin' that shit, lil boy, cause I f*cked the same hole as your origin
I'm playin' your bitch like a gamepad, boy, you outta town, thinkin' she loyal