7 Days song and lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
(I got Hitman on the beat)
There ain’t no love for her
I been M.I.A. though
(Marcuss, you killin’ the beat)
Ayy, *** ya, *** ya too
*** gang
I ain’t tryna say a thing, ***, I can barely think
I said I quit for seven days and then I’m back on drank
I been tryna calm down, ***, you should do the same
Still ain’t puttin’ these guns down, all I know is leave a stain
Hold on, I got a reason ’bout why I came through bleedin’
***, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can’t see me
Real gang baby, dealin’ with these demons, it ain’t easy
They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin’, straps got built in beams in
If I said it, *** I mean it
Gettin’ dirty with my clean ass
Double R, back then, it used to be a blue Jaug’
Dirty *** want cash, fall for it, my wrong ass
Play games, I can’t pass
Only thing I want is you smashed
Dirty ***, you ain’t my ***, don’t call my phone witcho’ dog ass
You ***’ ’round with the other side, don’t be inside when that car crash
4.0 flat, with my hood on, got a twelve gauge like I’m Milat
Nawfisde, man, I spin through that
*** *** won’t make it back, XD and I’m full of mags
Youngin’ out the window like, “I told ya” (***, I told ya)
Tryna knock yo’ motherfuckin” head from off yo’ shoulders
You want beef? Okay, I been doin’ this for too long, son, yeah
I say “***, you know we gon’ get you gone, son” (Stretch)
I ain’t tryna say a thing, ***, I can barely think
I said I quit for seven days and then I’m back on drank
I been tryna calm down, ***, you should do the same
Still ain’t puttin’ these guns down, all I know is leave a stain
Hold on, I got a reason ’bout why I came through bleedin’
***, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can’t see me
Real gang baby, dealin’ with these demons, it ain’t easy
They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin’, straps got built in beams in
Ain’t with me, I say that they all around for that reason
Oh Lord, tell ’em “*** ’em”, now they say that they don’t need me
They can’t get that money on they own, so they subpoena me
Hold on, broke ***, my top back, one opp black, red scenery
I’m the one who pulled up luxury machinin’
I’m the one who made them youngins go step on him
*** that ***, can’t…
I ain’t tryna say a thing, ***, I can barely think
I said I quit for seven days and then I’m back on drank
I been tryna calm down, ***, you should do the same
Still ain’t puttin’ these guns down, all I know is leave a stain
Hold on, I got a reason ’bout why I came through bleedin’
***, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can’t see me
Real gang baby, dealin’ with these demons, it ain’t easy
They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin’, straps got built in beams in