7 Days lyrics

[Intro]
(I got Hitman on the beat)
There ain't no love for her
I been M.I.A. though
(Marcuss, you killin' the beat)
Ayy, f*ck ya, f*ck ya too
Murder gang

[Chorus]
I ain't tryna say a thing, n*gga, I can barely think
I said I quit for seven days, and then I'm back on drank
I been tryna calm down, n*gga, you should do the same
Still ain't puttin' these guns down, all I know is leave a stain
Hold on, I got a reason 'bout why I came through bleedin'
b*tch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can't see me
Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easy
They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin', straps got built-in beams in

[Verse 1]
If I said it, b*tch, I mean it
Gettin' dirty with my clean ass
Double R, back then, it used to be a blue Jag'
Dirty b*tch just want cash, fall for it, my wrong ass
Play games, I can't pass
Only thing I want is you smashed
Dirty b*tch, you ain't my ho, don't call my phonе with your dog ass
You f*ckin' 'round with the other side, don't bе inside when that car crash
Four flat, with my hood on, got a twelve gauge like I'm Milat
Nawfside, better not spin through that
pus*y n*gga won't make it back, XD and a fully MAC
Youngin' out the window like, "I told ya" (b*tch, I told ya)
Tryna knock your motherf*ckin' head from off your shoulders
You want beef? Okay, I been doin' this for too long, son, (Bet)
I say, "Murder, you know we gon' get you gone, son" (Stretch)
[Chorus]
I ain't tryna say a thing, n*gga, I can barely think
I said I quit for seven days, and then I'm back on drank
I been tryna calm down, n*gga, you should do the same
Still ain't puttin' these guns down, all I know is leave a stain
Hold on, I got a reason 'bout why I came through bleedin'
b*tch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can't see me
Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easy
They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin', straps got built-in beams in

[Verse 2]
Ain't with me, I say that they all around for that reason
Oh Lord, tell 'em, "f*ck 'em," now they say that they don't need me
They can't get that money on they own, so they subpoena me
Hold on, broke b*tch, my top back, one opp black, red scenery
I'm the one who pulled up luxury machine
I'm the one who made them youngins go step on him
f*ck that n*gga can't rep off me, murder, we gon' take that sh*t to 3rd degree
Talkin' at one time, stretch three
Talkin' at one time, kill three
FN-45 with a hammer, Drac' with a drum, thirty-round banana
They blow that strap back after back
If one connect, that b*tch gon' slam 'em
Red tips we gon' handle him
Pallbearers, I'ma hand 'em him
My thoughts gone, whole life just temp'
[Chorus]
I ain't tryna say a thing, n*gga, I can barely think
I said I quit for seven days, and then I'm back on drank
I been tryna calm down, n*gga, you should do the same
Still ain't puttin' these guns down, all I know is leave a stain
Hold on, I got a reason 'bout why I came through bleedin'
b*tch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can't see me
Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easy
They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin', straps got built-in beams in