777

[Chorus]
Sometimes I need me somebody to talk to
But I can't make the wrong move
Bitch I need me a Glock wit a beam when I walk through
I can't fuck wit no false dudes
Bitch, I'm tryna touch down in L.A, makin' magic
Look I'm movin' in silence, I came to get back
They said I fell off 'cause they ain't get the message
I'm-I'm tryna make these boys jealous
Searchin' for heaven, this world is so hellish
Triple seven, got a cross on my necklace
I can't hang with the gang, shit ain't the same
I'm posted up wit a weapon
I'm postеd up by my lonely
I do this shit by myself
Thesе niggas actin' so phony
Please do not act like my homie

[Verse]
I done came up, fell off
Comin' up, airin' out
Y'all people hate on me, oh no
Y'all people hate on me, oh no
And I'm sippin' on drank that's that wock heart
I got cuts in my jeans, I'm a popstar
Y'all niggas sweet - Pop Tart
Watch me leap in the crowd like a rockstar
We gon wild, we go ape in the moshpit
Boy, you not a shooter, you won't pop shit
Office like [?], get hit wit a dropkick
I'm smokin' on premium dope wit a chopstick
And I get money, I count it up monthly
I can't hang with these niggas, they phony
Smokin' on dope off the pack, and it's funky
I'm off of the drugs, I tell shawty don't touch me

[Chorus]
Sometimes-Sometimes I need me somebody to talk to
But I can't make the wrong move
Bitch I need me a Glock wit a beam when I walk through
I can't fuck wit no false dudes
Bitch, I'm tryna touch down in L.A, make it magic
Look I'm movin' in silence, I came to get back
They said I fell off 'cause they ain't get the message
I'm-I'm tryna make these boys jealous
Searchin' for heaven, this world is so hellish
Triple seven, got a cross on my necklace
I can't hang with the gang, shit ain't the same
I'm posted up wit a weapon
I'm posted up by my lonely
I do this shit by myself
These niggas actin' so phony
Please do not act like my homie