7AM

Now, I don't think it's just the drugs talking, but I really think this shit gon' work

What you think?

Um, I don't know, it might

But anyways, um

Did you see that video on Instagram? (What video?)

It had me dying, but yeah

Don't think I didn't see your Chanel shoes

(Hey, hey I think it'll work)

Did you fall asleep? Uzi

Of course it's gon' work (and what a lovely morning)

Uzi, wake your ass up

Ayy, I told that bitch, I count my cake, bitch get out my face

.45 on my waist, boy get out my way

Goyard on my waist, boy, you ain't got taste

Now I'm getting cake, now your bitch gon' lay

Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want

Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts

Like 7:00 a.m., I was fucking your love

11:00 a.m., you took that bitch right to brunch

Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want

Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts

Like 7:00 a.m., I was fucking your love

11:00 a.m., you took that bitch right to brunch

Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want

Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts

Like 7:00 a.m., I was fucking your love

11:00 a.m., you took that bitch right to brunch

Like I lost a lot of friends, but who give a fuck?

I got the money, now that's all that I want

She ate me for lunch, feel like 2Pac, I'm a thug

Know some Crips and Bloods

Xanny boy on drugs

Got a lot of people banking on me

Tell me why these niggas always hating on me

Coming home, they be waiting on me

Like, jump off my dick, all that faking homie

Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want

Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts

Like 7:00 a.m., I was fucking your love

11:00 a.m., you took that bitch right to brunch

Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want

Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts

Like 7:00 a.m., I was fucking your love

11:00 a.m., you took that bitch right to brunch

Like fuck nigga, like, can you leave me 'lone?

Made a million by myself, yeah, that be my song

Like, yeah, I rock designer when I'm in my zone

Yeah, I fucked your mama, I'm on my VLONE

Said I'm higher than a drone, boy you is my clone

Your mama a crackhead, I sold that bitch some stones

Now these bitches want me, I feel like I'm Mike Jones

281 330 8004

Catch me lean spilling while I'm lane switching

Drop the top, cocaine ceiling

Backwood, propane pilling

Say my name in it, now your chain missing

Had a lot of friends and a lot of homies

Now I'm higher, now they all salty

Tell them niggas get the fuck up off me

Now I'm higher, now they all salty

Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want

Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts

Like 7:00 a.m., I was fucking your love

11:00 a.m., you took that bitch right to brunch

Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want

Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts

Like 7:00 a.m., I was fucking your love

11:00 a.m., you took that bitch right to brunch