797 (feat. Drippy Season, Riq, FRThekidd & Ale) Video (MV)

Yeah
Seven ninety seven for my bust down wrist
Niggas talking down, we gon' bust that clip
Shorty playin' games, that's why I don't trust that bitch
Police trying to raid, so I had to flush that brick, yeah yeah
I don't wanna touch that shit
Pull up to my brother's crib
Come through in that butter whip
Nigga, who you f*ckin' with
Treeshes, I don't trust that shit, who you f*ckin' with
Nigga, why you stuttering
Put that on my mother, twin
Don't try to tell me what to do, nigga, you my f*ckin' son
I just got some drip from Zicmade and that shit one of one
I done seen my brodie on the road and he been gone for months
And I'm so hungry, I ain't eat my lunch
F*ck ice spice, I don't need a munch
I got ten fingers, I don't need a gun
We goin' home, shorty, you don't need to run
It was a long night, I was down bad poppin' Perkys, couldn't even see none
And when I'm on them Xannies and them addies, I'm on Venus
We just ridin' foreigns, we don't do no f*ck shit
I be steady flowin', I been on a lot of trips
Baby tryna ride, I told her, do a trick
I know where I'm from, if you talk down, we got em running rick
Talk like they the one, I'm tryna get em hit
We don't f*ck with niggas on some sucker shit
We don't even discuss, I'm tryna light my spliff
You said you was comin', I was excited, bitch
Girl, there ain't no reason for this fighting shit
Baby, just come home, you tryna suck the dick, or what
I don't give a f*ck, I'm tryna turn it up
All these niggas hatin', I don't give a f*ck
Run it up
We gon' walk on down like this f*ck
Seven ninety seven, I been workin' too hard
I been poppin' two bars
Feelin' like I'm Bruno Mars
I just smoked on two cigars
We gon' send you to the stars
Bitch, don't steal my drip, that's ours
And you know we goin' far
Bitch, you talk too much, this ain't no seminar
Look on the news, they sayin' Ben a star
I ain't had no cup, I had to use a jar
Bitch, keep on playin', told her, play guitar
Seven ninety seven for my foreign car
Seven ninety seven for my bust down wrist
Niggas talking down, we gon' bust that clip
Shorty playin' games, that's why I don't trust that bitch
Police trying to raid, so I had to flush that brick, yeah yeah
I don't wanna touch that shit
Pull up to my brother's crib
Come through in that butter whip
Nigga, who you f*ckin' with
Treeshes, I don't trust that shit, who you f*ckin' with
Nigga, why you stuttering
Put that on my mother, twin
We just ridin' foreigns, we don't do no f*ck shit
I be steady flowin', I been on a lot of trips
Baby tryna ride, I told her, do a trick
I know where I'm from, if you talk down, we got em running rick
Talk like they the one, I'm tryna get em hit
We don't f*ck with niggas on some sucker shit
We don't even discuss, I'm tryna light my spliff
You said you was comin', I was excited, bitch
Girl, there ain't no reason for this fighting shit
Baby, just come home, you tryna suck the dick, or what
I don't give a f*ck, I'm tryna turn it up
All these niggas hatin', I don't give a f*ck
Run it up
We gon' walk on down like this f*ck