Future Seven Rings Lyrics

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Yeah, I told 'em
I told 'em if it's a problem, say it's a problem
I told you off the top that I was solid
I told you we get money, 'bout to peel out
I told you half of these *****s with me win now

My left and right hand Robert Horry
Most my ***** pop Xans unemployed
I can't stop, I'm goin' in, steroids
I tried to tell you when I came, it was God
Washin' off my hands with the mula like it's Ajax
Sippin' out my cup, hell no, don't you taste that
Hundred percent chance I done doped up and laced that
Chillin' with my family, hangin' low, I embrace them

20 different strippers, money double, triple
Started off slizzered, they callin' me the wizard
Vetti got that Porsche, Casino got that Porsche
Killers all I know, feel 'em up with the dough
You know I'm on that syrup, we 'bout to send the word
These *****s really argue who gon' shoot you first
Fatface wanna do you, Blade wanna do you
This ***** from Guyana, layin' low with that hammer
Tryin' to **** her on camera
I pray that my young ***** don't kill you on camera
You come too close, *****, I'mma have to kill you on camera
I hate to discuss it
If my boy don't trust you, *****, you know I don't trust you

My left and right hand Robert Horry
Most my ***** pop Xans unemployed
I can't stop, I'm goin' in, steroids
I tried to tell you when I came, it was God
Washin' off my hands with the mula like it's Ajax
Sippin' out my cup, hell no, don't you taste that
Hundred percent chance I done doped up and laced that
Chillin' with my family, hangin' low, I embrace them

Heater on your side, it's a hundred percent chance
Some of these people by my side is straight up out the can
We come from the bottom, upper echelon
I came here to serve you, need some cash on delivery
I just hope she washed her mouth out before you kiss her
My downtown ***** said, "Did you heard me?"
I think she stays five minutes from Birdy
I had an Arizona plug, used to serve me
I throwed that money in the bag 'cause it was dirty
He got that chopper on him now and he hurtin'
I know he 'bout to let it go and that's for sure
I know he 'bout to let it go and that's for sure

My left and right hand Robert Horry
Most my ***** pop Xans unemployed
I can't stop, I'm goin' in, steroids
I tried to tell you when I came, it was God
Washin' off my hands with the mula like it's Ajax
Sippin' out my cup, hell no, don't you taste that
Hundred percent chance I done doped up and laced that
Chillin' with my family, hangin' low, I embrace them

I told 'em if it's a problem, say it's a problem
I told you off the top that I was solid
I told you we get money, 'bout to peel out
I told you half of these *****s with me win now

My left and right hand Robert Horry
My left and right hand Robert Horry
Most my ***** pop Xans unemployed
I tried to tell you when I came, it was God

Written by: Nayvadius Wilburn, Lionel Evan Nealy Jr., Byron Simmons, Terrell Mcneal
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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