7sixers lyrics

by

Babyface Ray



[Intro: Veeze]
Reef
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
My heart cold, I put ice on it like it's swollen
My pockets fat and I'm huggin' on it like I'm Norbit
Hold on, what I say?
Gotta bring it back on they ass

[Verse 1: Veeze]
My heart cold, I put ice on it like it's swollen (Yeah)
My pockets fat and I'm huggin' on 'em like I'm Norbit (Huh?)
A street n*gga, I turn bougie quick on a poor b*tch
I might miss Thanksgiving, we on Ocean Drive with foreigns (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I been off the porch, in too deep, sh*t, I'm snorkelin' (Yeah)
Call me Pistol Pete, pass that b*tch to my boy, yeah (My boy, yeah)
Young b*tch with me, feed her chips and juice, she ain't even grown yet (Lil' b*tch)
In the grand Jeep, we three deep, but that's four mill' (Four million)
Ayy, twin, break that pill, get me geeked, I'm the nerd man (Yeah)
I ain't even in Rich Gang, I know young thugs and bird mans (For real)
Cuddy in a ten with a bag of oranges like a Birkin
b*tch just seen my fit, she said, "Oh my God, this sh*t all Virgil"

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
f*ck the private, press it all, money all in (All in)
Money fallin' (Fallin')
I just walked in (Yeah)
Bad, thick, mixed b*tch look like starlet
If I ain't Wavy Gang, n*gga, what you call that?
f*ck the corner up, got it all back, you know I'm hardhead (Yeah)
I can't tell you if the pus*y good, I get all head (n*gga)
2022 sittin' low, watch me crawl past (Phew)
Lil' n*gga, I'll f*ck your b*tch, I'm with all that (With all that)
I'm a bull, I'm like Curry, I got pull (Yeah)
Mask down over my eyes, not no wool, clip is full (n*gga)
Who got work? Bust a jugg, sell your soul for a buzz (Huh? Huh?)
Droppin' fours, I'm not Blood, I keep soda full of mud
Have 'em dig a hole and drop you down, f*ck rollin' n*ggas up (f*ck all that sh*t)
We can grab them hoes and let them choose, it's either them or us
I was Louis shades for 'bout three K, ain't never did no buffs (Light)
We was takin' off the stash alone, ain't no b*tch gettin' stuff, n*gga
[Verse 3: Icewear Vezzo]
Thirty on my waist, if you ain't up, can't relate
Huh, million dollars cash, brick of raw, scrape the plate (Skrrt)
Yeah, stuff it in my pants, dog sh*t, break the bank (Yeah, yeah)
Do two hundred in that 'Rari, Rollie all in they face (Rollie all in they face)
Huh, pop a pill, watch her eat it up, we geeked or what? (We geekin')
Huh, took a Tesla, VV'd up, Elon Musk (Elon)
Yeah, I be in the trenches, we T'd up, feed my cup (Yeah)
Yeah, this n*gga and this b*tch done ran it up like Leon Russ' (Ran it up)
Switch on the Glock look like Baccarat, we shop a lot (Fah, fah)
Huh, she ain't never seen this wrist before, that's Vacheron
Huh, tweakin' in that 'Rari late at night, don't stop a lot (Uh uh)
Multi-million dollar n*gga 'hind this tint, hoppin' out (Drank God)
Huh, Wavy Gang, IUR is up, the dream team (Dream team)
All rich n*ggas, look like we in Queens, supreme team (Boss)
Big goofy n*gga, must be colorblind, your lean green (Haha)
Bet I walked him down, run me that whole kit, I need these, n*gga

[Outro: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah
Drank God
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