LYRIC
7sixers Lyrics by Veeze Ft. Icewear Vezzo & Babyface Ray, from the album “Ganger“, music has been produced by Rocaine, and 7sixers song lyrics are penned down by Veeze, Icewear Vezzo & Babyface Ray.
7sixers Lyrics
Wee, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My heart cold, I put ice on it like it’s swollen
My pockets fat, and I’m huggin’ on it like I’m Norbit
My pockets fat—
Hold on, what I say?
Gotta bring it back on they ass
My heart cold, I put ice on it like it’s swollen (Yeah)
My pockets fat, and I’m huggin’ on ’em like I’m Norbit (Huh)
A street ni**a, I turn bougie quick, on a poor bitch
All my ni**as thanksgivin’, we on Ocean Drive with foreigns (Skrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I been off the porch, in too deep, shit, I’m snorkelin’ (Yeah)
Call me Pistol P, pass that bitch to my boy, yeah (My boy, yeah)
Young bitch with me, feed her chips and juice, she ain’t even grown yet (Lil’ bitch)
This the range Jeep, we three deep, but that’s four mill’ (Four million)
Aye twin, break that pill, get me geeked, I’m the nerd, man (Yeah)
I ain’t even in Rich Gang, I know Young Thugs and Birdmans (For real)
Cuddy in a ten with a bag of oranges like a Birkin
Just seen my fit, said “Oh my God, that shit all Virgil”
F*ck the private, press it all, money all in, money fallin’, I just walked in
Bad, thick, mixed bitch look like star, if I ain’t wavy gang, ni**a, what you call that?
f*ck the corner up, got it all back, you know I’m hard head
I can’t tell you if the pussy good, I get all head, 2022 sittin’ low, watch ’em crawl passed
Lil’ ni**a, I’ll f*ck your bitch, I’m with all that, I’m a bull, I’m like curry, I got pull
Mask down over my eyes, not no wood, clip is full
Who got work? Bust a jugg, sell yo soul for a buzz
Droppin’ fours, I’m not blood, I keep soda full of mud
Have ’em dig a hole and drop you down, f*ck rollin’ ni**as up
You can grab them hoes and let them choose, it’s either them or us
I was Louis shades for ’bout 3k, ain’t never did no buffs
We was takin’ off the stash alone, ain’t no bitch gettin’ stuff, ni**a
.30 on my waist, if you ain’t up, can’t relate, huh
Million dollars cash, brick of raw, scrape the plate (Skrrt)
Yeah, stuff it in my pants, dog shit, break the bank (Yeah, yeah)
Do 200 in the ‘rari, Rollie all in they face (Rollie all in they face)
Pop a pill, watch her eat it up, we geeked or what? (Geekin’)
Took a tesla, VV’d up, Elon Musk (Elon)
I be in the trenches, we T’d up, feed my cup (Yeah)
Made this ni**a and this bitch [?] ran it up like [?] (Ran it up)
Switch on the Glock, look like baccarat, we shop a lot
She ain’t ever seen this wrist before, that’s Vacheron
Tweakin’ in that ‘rari, late at night, don’t stop a lot (Uh uh)
Multi-million dollar ni**a ‘hind this tint, hoppin’ out, huh
Wavy gang, all your eyes up, the dream team (Dream team)
All rich ni**as, look like we in Queens, Supreme team (Boss)
Big goofy ni**a, must be colorblind, your lean green (Ha)
Bet I walked him down, run me that whole kit, I need these, ni**a
SONG INFO:
Song: 7sixers
Artist: Veeze Ft. Icewear Vezzo & Babyface Ray
Album: Ganger (2023)
Music: Rocaine
Lyrics: Veeze, Icewear Vezzo & Babyface Ray
