lucky7!

I don't, give a, fuck so, shut up
Wait, still in my way?
I got seven cars, in the mothafuckin' driveway
Big body barrel, goin' 150 on the highway
Acting like the devil, mothafucka, you could die today

Do you wanna die? Cause I will commit a homicide
We go, really thought, we could spray 'em like a pesticide
Been here on the sight, with a bitch, you wanna die tonight?
Lurking on your side, with a .30, and you'll fucking run (Wait, wait)
And I pray, then I put him in a coffin everyday
MMA, we could really get to kick you where you stay
Any day, I could take your fucking shorty where I lay
In his face, with a .7 'cause it necessary to pray (Wait, wait)
I never catch 'em lurking, I'ma catch his ass and drive
With a fully automatic, poppin' off of metal jackets
Keep a shorty here at the crib, with baby always at the ratchet
Automatic hit his chest and leave him on the floor, just like a mattress
Wait, I be kickin' shit just like a hat trick
I be, "Get the pack and make that mothafucka back-flip"
Claiming you could pull up, but you did, I got no tactics
I could fuck your bitch and she said she love you, she a actress
If I pull up, bitch, I show you like I'm Katniss
Always droppin' music, 'cause I feel like I just can't miss
Rolling up that indica, I swear, it's like some cat piss
I could make 'em disappear, lil' bitch, it's like the magic (Wait, wait)
I ain't talkin' gathering
All this fuckin' money in my pocket what I'm gatherin' (Wait)
Posted on the block, so yet, I always know what's happenin' (Wait)
Run up on your brodie with the choppa, 'cause we clappin' him

Wait, still in my way?
I got seven cars in the mothafuckin' driveway
Big body barrel, goin 150 on the highway
Acting like the devil, mothafucka, you could die, today