That 7.62 music
3, 4, 5 Gen, I mean Gen 5, make sure yo' kids go clueless
I'm allowin' it, that's why they livin', these niggas get slaps on the wrist like a jeweler
Grippin' sheets, I'm grippin' her waist
Like who you been f*ckin'? It's looser
When she said was she was top dawg, I ain't think she meant she like to SZA, she gay
"F*ck it, for you, I'll be straight for the night"
"If we doin' it, c'mon, it's late"
Beat it up like I'm prime Suga, let her go, she was trippin' and itchin' to stay
Shittin' me? I'm shittin' you not
If she ain't it got it on her, she itchin' to mase
This a story about a lil' nigga who be in the street but he needed a break
Lil' shawty knew man had the motion, she needed a come up and he was the play
He sent her that text, she hit up her best and they was thinkin' of the ways
Her bestie said, "You need to act like you me, hit 'em up and just say what I say"
"Hey, I was thinkin' and actually come get up with me, pull up to my place"
"Be over by 10, I just had my girls over, gotta clean up the space"
She textin' her friend, now she debatin', do I let em know he not safe?
That's when she get the text, "If he got that shit on his body, they waitin' at gates"
Pulled up in a Hellkitty, you could see the diamonds from a mile away
Before he could step out the car, it was doo-doo-doo-doo then like 7 or 8
She, "It's nothin' bodies, I'm sorry, but bodies still gotta come up off that chain"
Lay low but she thought it was sweet 'til his brudda'nem found out where she f*ckin' stay
He was blastin' that
That 7.62 music
3, 4, 5 Gen, I mean Gen 5, make sure yo' kids go clueless
I'm allowin' it, that's why you livin', these niggas get slaps on the wrist like a jeweler
Grippin' sheets, I'm grippin' her waist
Like who you been f*ckin'? It's looser
Take a look at how brudda'nem do it
See, he got a glock with a switch and a drum That magazine sit like a ruler
He the type to let you think it's nothin' then pop out your bushes like, "Hey, how ya' doin'?"
He heard that his brother got hit by the same bitch he was f*ckin' in school and
They haven't talked in a while, his mind really blown, like how could she do this?
Ain't even think twice, tucked the heat tight and blast 7.62 music
And slid to the spot dolie, couldn't tag brodie, he said, "I gotta do it"
Get up nice and close, make sure shawty know she gon' meet up with Joseph and Judas
Finally got up beside her, he said, "F*ck a set up bitch"
Tryna get up and out, brodie got pendin' cases already, no flockin' or foolin'
Then ball out like a young Patrick Ewing
I found peace in my motherf*ckin' toolie
Shawty found me in the street, I found her unique, she spit on it now like a loogie
I'm between the 06 and a dulie
Skrt off, let it rip like I'm shootin'
Bitch, I'm known to not hold shit, pokin' shit since a motherf*ckin' juvie
I was in Carolina and havin' my way 2 hoes at the motherf*ckin' movies
I paint the whole outside a whole different color, turn that white into ruby
And I blast that 7.62 music, yeah
(Young nigga gon' turn up)
Turn up that 7.62 music
3, 4, 5 Gen, I mean Gen 5, make sure yo' kids go clueless
I'm allowin' it, that's why they livin', these niggas get slaps on the wrist like a jeweler
Grippin' sheets, I'm grippin' her waist
Like who you been f*ckin'? It's looser
(Shawty ass ain't shit)
(Shawty ass ain't shit)
Dior Don - 7.62 Music [S.O.A.S.B.] Lyrics
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That 7.62 music
3, 4, 5 Gen, I mean Gen 5, make sure yo' kids go clueless
I'm allowin' it, that's why they livin', these niggas get slaps on the wrist like a jeweler
Grippin' sheets, I'm grippin' her waist
Like who you been f*ckin'? It's looser
When she said was she was top dawg, I ain't think she meant she like to SZA, she gay
"F*ck it, for you, I'll be straight for the night"
"If we doin' it, c'mon, it's late"
Beat it up like I'm prime Suga, let her go, she was trippin' and itchin' to stay
Shittin' me? I'm shittin' you not
If she ain't it got it on her, she itchin' to mase
This a story about a lil' nigga who be in the street but he needed a break
Lil' shawty knew man had the motion, she needed a come up and he was the play
He sent her that text, she hit up her best and they was thinkin' of the ways
Her bestie said, "You need to act like you me, hit 'em up and just say what I say"
"Hey, I was thinkin' and actually come get up with me, pull up to my place"
"Be over by 10, I just had my girls over, gotta clean up the space"
She textin' her friend, now she debatin', do I let em know he not safe?
That's when she get the text, "If he got that shit on his body, they waitin' at gates"
Pulled up in a Hellkitty, you could see the diamonds from a mile away
Before he could step out the car, it was doo-doo-doo-doo then like 7 or 8
She, "It's nothin' bodies, I'm sorry, but bodies still gotta come up off that chain"
Lay low but she thought it was sweet 'til his brudda'nem found out where she f*ckin' stay
He was blastin' that
That 7.62 music
3, 4, 5 Gen, I mean Gen 5, make sure yo' kids go clueless
I'm allowin' it, that's why you livin', these niggas get slaps on the wrist like a jeweler
Grippin' sheets, I'm grippin' her waist
Like who you been f*ckin'? It's looser
Take a look at how brudda'nem do it
See, he got a glock with a switch and a drum That magazine sit like a ruler
He the type to let you think it's nothin' then pop out your bushes like, "Hey, how ya' doin'?"
He heard that his brother got hit by the same bitch he was f*ckin' in school and
They haven't talked in a while, his mind really blown, like how could she do this?
Ain't even think twice, tucked the heat tight and blast 7.62 music
And slid to the spot dolie, couldn't tag brodie, he said, "I gotta do it"
Get up nice and close, make sure shawty know she gon' meet up with Joseph and Judas
Finally got up beside her, he said, "F*ck a set up bitch"
Tryna get up and out, brodie got pendin' cases already, no flockin' or foolin'
Then ball out like a young Patrick Ewing
I found peace in my motherf*ckin' toolie
Shawty found me in the street, I found her unique, she spit on it now like a loogie
I'm between the 06 and a dulie
Skrt off, let it rip like I'm shootin'
Bitch, I'm known to not hold shit, pokin' shit since a motherf*ckin' juvie
I was in Carolina and havin' my way 2 hoes at the motherf*ckin' movies
I paint the whole outside a whole different color, turn that white into ruby
And I blast that 7.62 music, yeah
(Young nigga gon' turn up)
Turn up that 7.62 music
3, 4, 5 Gen, I mean Gen 5, make sure yo' kids go clueless
I'm allowin' it, that's why they livin', these niggas get slaps on the wrist like a jeweler
Grippin' sheets, I'm grippin' her waist
Like who you been f*ckin'? It's looser
(Shawty ass ain't shit)
(Shawty ass ain't shit)
3, 4, 5 Gen, I mean Gen 5, make sure yo' kids go clueless
I'm allowin' it, that's why they livin', these niggas get slaps on the wrist like a jeweler
Grippin' sheets, I'm grippin' her waist
Like who you been f*ckin'? It's looser
When she said was she was top dawg, I ain't think she meant she like to SZA, she gay
"F*ck it, for you, I'll be straight for the night"
"If we doin' it, c'mon, it's late"
Beat it up like I'm prime Suga, let her go, she was trippin' and itchin' to stay
Shittin' me? I'm shittin' you not
If she ain't it got it on her, she itchin' to mase
This a story about a lil' nigga who be in the street but he needed a break
Lil' shawty knew man had the motion, she needed a come up and he was the play
He sent her that text, she hit up her best and they was thinkin' of the ways
Her bestie said, "You need to act like you me, hit 'em up and just say what I say"
"Hey, I was thinkin' and actually come get up with me, pull up to my place"
"Be over by 10, I just had my girls over, gotta clean up the space"
She textin' her friend, now she debatin', do I let em know he not safe?
That's when she get the text, "If he got that shit on his body, they waitin' at gates"
Pulled up in a Hellkitty, you could see the diamonds from a mile away
Before he could step out the car, it was doo-doo-doo-doo then like 7 or 8
She, "It's nothin' bodies, I'm sorry, but bodies still gotta come up off that chain"
Lay low but she thought it was sweet 'til his brudda'nem found out where she f*ckin' stay
He was blastin' that
That 7.62 music
3, 4, 5 Gen, I mean Gen 5, make sure yo' kids go clueless
I'm allowin' it, that's why you livin', these niggas get slaps on the wrist like a jeweler
Grippin' sheets, I'm grippin' her waist
Like who you been f*ckin'? It's looser
Take a look at how brudda'nem do it
See, he got a glock with a switch and a drum That magazine sit like a ruler
He the type to let you think it's nothin' then pop out your bushes like, "Hey, how ya' doin'?"
He heard that his brother got hit by the same bitch he was f*ckin' in school and
They haven't talked in a while, his mind really blown, like how could she do this?
Ain't even think twice, tucked the heat tight and blast 7.62 music
And slid to the spot dolie, couldn't tag brodie, he said, "I gotta do it"
Get up nice and close, make sure shawty know she gon' meet up with Joseph and Judas
Finally got up beside her, he said, "F*ck a set up bitch"
Tryna get up and out, brodie got pendin' cases already, no flockin' or foolin'
Then ball out like a young Patrick Ewing
I found peace in my motherf*ckin' toolie
Shawty found me in the street, I found her unique, she spit on it now like a loogie
I'm between the 06 and a dulie
Skrt off, let it rip like I'm shootin'
Bitch, I'm known to not hold shit, pokin' shit since a motherf*ckin' juvie
I was in Carolina and havin' my way 2 hoes at the motherf*ckin' movies
I paint the whole outside a whole different color, turn that white into ruby
And I blast that 7.62 music, yeah
(Young nigga gon' turn up)
Turn up that 7.62 music
3, 4, 5 Gen, I mean Gen 5, make sure yo' kids go clueless
I'm allowin' it, that's why they livin', these niggas get slaps on the wrist like a jeweler
Grippin' sheets, I'm grippin' her waist
Like who you been f*ckin'? It's looser
(Shawty ass ain't shit)
(Shawty ass ain't shit)
Writer: Terrell Goodwin
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC