Rs7 lyrics

[Intro]
Say what?
Let's do it (P-Pem)
Uh, uh, let's do it (Four3va)
What? Uh, let's do it
What? Huh, uh

[Chorus]
Hottest n*gga in the city, I done turned down every label
I know how to do this rap sh*t, just needed me some paper
Lil' twin just crunk the whip without the key, no jumper cable
I been ballin' on these n*ggas, they probably think that I'm a Laker
Found out that was your b*tch, she outside, I'ma face her
This run I'm on, this might go in the books, I'm a history maker
Let them play with my money, I come through and Swiss cheese the label
You say you havin' racks, okay, put that sh*t on the table

[Verse]
My clip hold seven hundred, you probably think I f*ck with Lazer
I been doin' sh*t for everybody, I damn near done ran out of favors
Hold on, tryna pop sh*t on DG, he can't, he wasn't able
Tryna call my phone whenever sh*t go wrong, I cannot save her
I got pull, I get an artist and go tell Lee them distribute him
Real life controllin' sh*t, I don't wanna hear him talk, f*ck 'round and mute him
I was born in '05, whenever I slide, I'm playin' Noodah
I'm still the same from back then, wish I had got that bag sooner
RS7, that be that Audi thing, four rings
I ain't stuntin' none of these broke n*ggas, on me
Hold on, big Young Crew, you better not never forget the OE, uh
Same DG, don't matter if I'm one or four deep (On God)
[Chorus]
Hottest n*gga in the city, I done turned down every label
I know how to do this rap sh*t, just needed me some paper
Lil' twin just crunk the whip without the key, no jumper cable
I been ballin' on these n*ggas, they probably think that I'm a Laker
Found out that was your b*tch, she outside, I'ma face her
This run I'm on, this might go in the books, I'm a history maker
Let them play with my money, I come through and Swiss cheese the label
You say you havin' racks, okay, put that sh*t on the table