G7 lyrics

[Intro]
G7
(J.R.​)
Ayy
When you gettin' a couple dollars, they gon' always try to plot
They gon' overdose on liquor, we got seven hundred shots, n*gga (Add that sh*t up, n*gga)
Ayy, y'all need to stop tellin' and let the police do they— (b*tch)

[Verse 1]
I can't go nowhere without the Glock (I need that)
Call Gervonta Davis if you tryna fight, I don't box (I don't do that)
I been bustin' chains down the lot (Bust 'em down)
You know me without no ice like a gang member without no opps (I gotta have it)
When you worth a couple dollars, they gon' always try to plot (Okay)
They gon' overdose on liquor, we got seven hundred shots (Come on)
Need an underground bunker if I send 'еm down your block (Get low)
I wish y'all would stop tellin' and let thе police do they job (Rat-ass n*gga)
I ain't fly on a plane 'til I was an adult
But my son was on a PJ before he knew how to walk (For real)
I ain't start buyin' properties 'til I was twenty-six
But my son had real estate before he knew how to go p*ss, b*tch (Big facts)

[Chorus]
They say I changed, b*tch, I did (I did)
They say I spent too much on the chain, b*tch, I did (I did)
They say I cut off half my gang, b*tch, I did (I did)
Play and you gon' get it close range, yes, you is, n*gga (Buh, buh, buh)
They say they ain't in it for the fame, but they is (They is)
Lot of n*ggas say they ain't no lames, but they is (They is)
Said f*ck me when I wasn't gettin' paid, yes, they did (They did)
Now I'm sayin', "f*ck 'em," leave 'em in the rain, on my kids, n*gga (f*ck 'em)
[Verse 2]
I'ma cut you off, I see you do some fake sh*t to somebody else (No cap)
'Cause you would do that same sh*t to me, go work on yourself (b*tch)
If I'm showin' up, I need a bag, I don't work for my health (I need it)
If I cut you off, it's f*ck you in this life and after death (f*ck you)
Told my shooter I ain't f*ckin' with him if a shot miss (One shot)
If I took it, that ain't yours no more, boy, that's my sh*t (That's mine)
I don't care if she your baby mama, boy, that's my b*tch (My b*tch)
You came with me, but you ain't gettin' sh*t, this is my lick (f*ck on)
I been realizin' a few of my mistakes
I was feedin' n*ggas when they wasn't worthy of a plate
Why give that boy a brick? He ain't gon' do right with an eighth
I got white people workin' for me in honor of the slaves, n*gga

[Chorus]
Ayy, they say I changed, b*tch, I did (I did)
They say I spent too much on the chain, b*tch, I did (I did)
They say I cut off half my gang, b*tch, I did (I did)
Play and you gon' get it close range, yes, you is, n*gga (Buh, buh, buh)
They say they ain't in it for the fame, but they is (They is)
Lot of n*ggas say they ain't no lames, but they is (They is)
Said f*ck me when I wasn't gettin' paid, yes, they did (They did)
Now I'm sayin', "f*ck 'em," leave 'em in the rain, on my kids (f*ck 'em)

[Outro]
f*ck all them n*ggas
All of 'em
G7, n*gga