07 Bron

Lyrics

[Intro: TrDee] (Damn, JakeSand) ShittyBoyz [Verse 1: TrDee] Spot jumpin' like LeBron in 2007 Niggas ain't even got a whip, that's why they always steppin' She come back 'cause I always bless her like a reverend Bet you that I blow up out of nowhere just like 9/11 Don't try to coach me on this shit, 'cause you was never where I'm at Got Glockie while I'm shittin', you know I can never lack You'll really be surprised who'd stab you in your back Niggas think they competition, oh, they must be smokin' crack That bitch somewhere in the blendеr, man, I left her lookin' dizzy I'm not dyin', gettin' rich, I bеt I'm rich before I'm fifty I could probably hit the mall and blow your salary, no kizzy Why the fuck you talkin' crazy? You ain't even got no blickie [Verse 2: StanWill] Dog Shit Militia, bitch, that's on every song You know what the fuck it is, you know what the fuck it was, you know what the fuck it's gon' be, huh It's a hundred sticks in the whip When I cut that blender on, I threw your bitch in the mix Heard these buff pockets swole even though I'm ripped than a bitch Angelina Jolie, I make my bitch get a 'script Say I'm him, bitch, I'm hip All these diamonds got me icier than George Gervin (Bling) Talkin' hot until he ended up in that morgue furnace (Yop) Get online and play with punches, I'm just bored surfin' How she think her nigga got a bag? He can't afford Birkins Get the lo' and load them blicks, we at his door lurkin' Hit his ho and sent a pic', I left his core hurtin' Mean as fuck with BBL, she can't be more perfect All this Christian in my closet, I can make a ho worship Goal one, make a milli', two, make a milli' twice Diamonds multi-color in my pendant, you got Dilly ice Left me in the cold, I bought a Goose for all them chilly nights Me, I'm chasin' fifty M's, all brodie want is fifty pints [Verse 3: BabyTron] Hand-woven, huh, huh, huh, hand-woven Marni Shit, I'm feelin' like the old Omari in these frozen Cartis I don't pour Bacardi, I don't go to parties DSM, when it's on the floor, I can't control the army They'll say that they want smoke, whole time, they smokin' breeze premier Snatch him up, bring him here, tie him up, it's torture time On the upside of things, he ain't even borderline Out here poppin' fake 10s, let me guess, you sort of high Heard he get off at 4:30, we gon' camp from 4 to 5 Wrestlin' with your bitch, ain't have time to record the fight Don't go buy it if you can't afford it twice, you cannot afford this Sprite You cannot afford this ice, you cannot afford this life Bougie hoes, nah, you can't afford my type If it's beef, grab my fork and knife, huh If it's beef, take my fork and bite Put a payment down, board a flight, they gon' score tonight If they pull me out and pop the trunk, I bet that's more than life Damn near the death sentence The hood hot, check engine We ain't talkin', send the 308 like it's a text message [Verse 4: TrDee] Swear to God I'm not stressin', all year, I'm straight pressin' New kit dancin' just like Usher, made her get naked Walls of Jericho, boy, I be in the room back breakin' Turned around and hit me with that head, that shit was breathtakin' Only time you ever shot a gun was on your PlayStation I don't give a fuck 'bout what they say 'cause niggas stay hatin' Oreo McFlurry, Louis on black and white [Verse 5: StanWill] Finna crack a pint of Wallapop, go get a bag of ice If I get the spot today, I be done shot his ass tonight Talkin' spicy, wet him up, go get that boy a bag of rice Think I'm Scottish, be done pulled up on him with a bag of pipes [Outro: StanWill] Bitch, Dog Shit Militia