KILL UR SELF OVER MUSIC

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
I don’t give a fuck about no kid killin’ themselves to my music. If you’re that stupid to kill yourself over some music, then that’s your fault

[Verse: SEVEN!]
Stunt on a bitch, then I walk on the plane
Jugg on a hoe, she say I’m the man
Runnin’ yo spot, and we static your mans
He had it comin’, his bitch is a fan
SEVEN! had to hit a new lane, SEVEN! had to hit a new wave
Woah, I told Havana that they not ready for this shit
Fucked up, fucked up, boy I think you fucked up
Shut up, shut up, boy you need to shut up
SEVEN!’s been ready for killing this shit since eleven, I knew what the mission is
I don’t know what missin’ is, 808 explodin’ like a missile is, bitch I’ll show you where the pistol is
What that pistol do, I heard you rock, I been rockin’ too
I need an A$AP, what a rocky do, I make cocky moves, we don't [?]
Wasn’t but a few months that I turned into to angry dude, angry moods, no idea what to do
Fuck is this, fuck is you, makin’ everybody wanna hate me too, agugh