เพลง 7 Am Freestyle (Explicit)

7 Am Freestyle (Explicit) - Future/Juice WRLD

Lyrics by：Nayvadius Wilburn/Jarad Higgins/Wesley Glass

Composed by：Nayvadius Wilburn/Jarad Higgins/Wesley Glass

N***a we gon' pull up on this b***h like

7 in the morning n***a no sleep n***a

Still been sippin' all night n***a

D**n muddy trip

Wheezy outta here

Wheezy outta here

Ohh

She give me top in the tesla

I may invest in the extra

I'm gettin' money power hoes clothes n***a etc

I'm on a whole 'nother level

I take perkys to fight all my demons

It don't help that my b***h is a devil

Came up in the hallway servin' jake

Yeah yeah

Money comin' every way my b***h'll pay

Yeah yeah

8020 might not talk I'm f**kin' her face

Yeah yeah

Man you trippin' I'm spillin' this sauce

It's drippin' over yeah yeah

Spend a check on that p***y

I got designer all over my hoodie what what

Yo' n***a ain't real yo' n***a a p***y ugh look

There he go

He get a few shots pow out the draco

Blue cheese stuck to my jeans yeah yeah

Double R geeked on lean yeah yeah

Paped up lookin' like king yeah yeah

Bad b***h pull on my sleeves yeah yeah

Low socks gucci on my feet yeah yeah

Haven't been to sleep in a week yeah yeah

Bite down on my teeth

You smell codeine when I pee yeah yeah

Sippin' on red lean gun got a red beam

Know n***as from the red team

They go brazy

Pull up in that new thing

I was f**kin' on a new ting

Bad b***h with a tongue ring

Came up in the hallway servin' jake

Yeah yeah

Money comin' every way my b***h'll pay

Yeah yeah

8020 might not talk I'm f**kin' her face

Yeah yeah

Man you trippin' I'm spillin' this sauce

It's drippin' over yeah yeah

Pour me a four and another I love it

Sip sip sip ugh it's

Me and hendrix in the club

Wonderin' if we gon' take your b***h

We already got 5 we was gon' make her 6

I didn't eat today but I took the perc

And I pray to God it won't make me sick

Pour me some 'tussin a cup no rush

Like sip sip sip uh huh

Ain't got enough fingers for all these rings

On drip drip drip uh huh

Turn the lil' n***a to fiends

All they wanna do is bust clips uh huh

Keep a mac 11 with a beam

I'm gucci don't slip

Gun to your face yeah yeah

Left flooded out baguettes yeah yeah

Came up in the hallway servin' jake

Yeah yeah

Money comin' every way my b***h'll pay

Yeah yeah

8020 might not talk I'm f**kin' her face

Yeah yeah

Yeah

Uh

She give me top in the tesla

I may invest in the extra

I'm gettin' money power hoes clothes n***a etc

I'm on a whole 'nother level

I take percys to fight all my demons

It don't help that my b***h is a devil

Wheezy outta wheezy outta

Wheezy outta wheezy outta

Wheezy outta wheezy outta