7:77 AM Freestyle

[Intro]
(Don't go)
I'm working on dying

[Verse]
Diamonds cold like Minnesota, sack your bitch, no Viking
Bitch, I get flyer than a motherfuckin' kite kit
Flip that lil' ho, I turn that bitch into a sidekick
I don't even move with killers 'cause them niggas so compliant
I can fuck your bitch but I don't feel like replying
Try to touch my chain, I bet this shit turn to a riot
Big cancer, smoke up out the window when we ridin'
Bitch, where is my mind? It's in the future like a Mayan
After she sucked my dick, she said that she don't do this often
I'm like, "Lil' ho, don't lie to me, bitch, get to walk—"
Yeah, these shoes are Chanel and that's two thousand just for walkin'
If the racks ain't waitin' at the door I cannot walk in
Sometimes I feel heartless, don't know where my heart went
Prolly on the left side of my CDG cardi—
Yeah, this truck big as hell, need two spaces just for parkin'
I'm numb to the pain, I'm with the gang, they bangin' scarlet
Pull up on your block and dated carbon
I plant my seed in her mouth, I call that farmin'
I lied to you when I said I would be honest
All this fuckin' drippin', I didn't even need a stylist
That bitch that you postin' on your IG, pussy got mileage
'Fore I get so in, mama, I promise I'll go to college
I can't read these niggas, swear I should've been hooked on phonics
I could never be 12 but I do take my vitamins, you dig?

[Outro]
And, and, and this a motherfuckin' freestyle but style ain't free, bitch
Hahaha