G7

[Intro]
G7
(J.R.​)
Ayy
When you gettin' a couple dollars, they gon' always try to plot
They gon' overdose on liquor, we got seven hundred shots, nigga (Add that shit up, nigga)
Ayy, y'all need to stop tellin' and let the police do they— (Bitch)

[Verse 1]
I can't go nowhere without the Glock (I need that)
Call Gervonta Davis if you tryna fight, I don't box (I don't do that)
I been bustin' chains down the lot (Bust 'em down)
You know me without no ice like a gang member without no opps (I gotta have it)
When you worth a couple dollars, they gon' always try to plot (Okay)
They gon' overdose on liquor, we got seven hundred shots (Come on)
Need an underground bunker if I send 'еm down your block (Get low)
I wish y'all would stop tellin' and let thе police do they job (Rat-ass nigga)
I ain't fly on a plane 'til I was an adult
But my son was on a PJ before he knew how to walk (For real)
I ain't start buyin' properties 'til I was twenty-six
But my son had real estate before he knew how to go piss, bitch (Big facts)

[Chorus]
They say I changed, bitch, I did (I did)
They say I spent too much on the chain, bitch, I did (I did)
They say I cut off half my gang, bitch, I did (I did)
Play and you gon' get it close range, yes, you is, nigga (Buh, buh, buh)
They say they ain't in it for the fame, but they is (They is)
Lot of niggas say they ain't no lames, but they is (They is)
Said fuck me when I wasn't gettin' paid, yes, they did (They did)
Now I'm sayin', "Fuck 'em," leave 'em in the rain, on my kids, nigga (Fuck 'em)

[Verse 2]
I'ma cut you off, I see you do some fake shit to somebody else (No cap)
'Cause you would do that same shit to me, go work on yourself (Bitch)
If I'm showin' up, I need a bag, I don't work for my health (I need it)
If I cut you off, it's fuck you in this life and after death (Fuck you)
Told my shooter I ain't fuckin' with him if a shot miss (One shot)
If I took it, that ain't yours no more, boy, that's my shit (That's mine)
I don't care if she your baby mama, boy, that's my bitch (My bitch)
You came with me, but you ain't gettin' shit, this is my lick (Fuck on)
I been realizin' a few of my mistakes
I was feedin' niggas when they wasn't worthy of a plate
Why give that boy a brick? He ain't gon' do right with an eighth
I got white people workin' for me in honor of the slaves, nigga

[Chorus]
Ayy, they say I changed, bitch, I did (I did)
They say I spent too much on the chain, bitch, I did (I did)
They say I cut off half my gang, bitch, I did (I did)
Play and you gon' get it close range, yes, you is, nigga (Buh, buh, buh)
They say they ain't in it for the fame, but they is (They is)
Lot of niggas say they ain't no lames, but they is (They is)
Said fuck me when I wasn't gettin' paid, yes, they did (They did)
Now I'm sayin', "Fuck 'em," leave 'em in the rain, on my kids (Fuck 'em)

[Outro]
Fuck all them niggas
All of 'em
G7, nigga