"762" lyrics
(SlickDa3rd, let's go crazy)
Slatt, gang, gang
Uh, I ain't gon' lie, all of you nigga gon' die for chasin' that shit (For chasin' that shit)
Spin this bitch at your own risk, better learn how to drive or we bakin' that bitch (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Slatt, why would I go buy jewelry, nigga? I could go take that shit (I could take that shit)
That nigga think he invincible, better he ain't never got hit with a Drac' and a switch (Baow, baow)
Damn, it's so much shit that I wanna say, but I can't even do it (I can't even do it)
Usually mind my business, but why the fuck he got a gun? He ain't even gon' use it (Like, why in the fuck?)
I'm not a rapper, bitch, I am a poet, listen, this shit therapeutic (Baow)
Spin on who, nigga, spin on what? I wouldn't recommend it, don't be stupid (Uh, uh, uh, baow)
He ain't never got hit with a Drac' and a switch (Baow, baow)
That's 'cause he ain't met us, he must don't know, 7.62'll go through a brick (Go through a, through a brick)
Kick her right out my spot, I ain't even wanna hit after that bitch pulled out a nick' (Murder)
What the fuck I'ma do with a lil'-ass seventeen shots in a Glock? Bitch, pass me the clips
Vec', I don't want shit but a check, cruisin' the streets with a Drac' and a TEC (Boaw, baow)
He keep braggin' about his bitch, she thick, but the face look just like Shrek
Uh, BabyChief do it the best, the youngest OG, I am a vet'
They ask me where I'ma be in a year, in a big-ass crib, havin' lots of sex (You know that, you know that, you know that, you know that, okay)
7.62, 7.6- (Brr, baow, baow, baow, baow, ah)
Your ass gon' get hit with a 7.62 (Baow, baow, baow)
Bitch, uh, he ain't never got hit with a Drac' and a switch (Okay)
Uh, I ain't gon' lie, all of you nigga gon' die for chasin' that shit (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Spin this bitch at your own risk, better learn how to drive or we bakin' that bitch (Or we bakin' that bitch)
Slatt, why would I go buy jewelry, nigga? I could go take that shit
That nigga think he invincible, better he ain't never got hit with a Drac' and a switch (With a Drac' and a switch)
Damn, it's so much shit that I wanna say, but I can't even do it (Can't even do it)
Usually mind my business, but why the fuck he got a gun? He ain't even gon' use it (Like, why in the fuck?)
I'm not a rapper, bitch, I am a poet, listen, this shit therapeutic (Okay)
Spin on who, nigga, spin on what? I wouldn't recommend it, don't be stupid (Don't be dumb)
Slatt, gang, gang
Uh, I ain't gon' lie, all of you nigga gon' die for chasin' that shit (For chasin' that shit)
Spin this bitch at your own risk, better learn how to drive or we bakin' that bitch (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Slatt, why would I go buy jewelry, nigga? I could go take that shit (I could take that shit)
That nigga think he invincible, better he ain't never got hit with a Drac' and a switch (Baow, baow)
Damn, it's so much shit that I wanna say, but I can't even do it (I can't even do it)
Usually mind my business, but why the fuck he got a gun? He ain't even gon' use it (Like, why in the fuck?)
I'm not a rapper, bitch, I am a poet, listen, this shit therapeutic (Baow)
Spin on who, nigga, spin on what? I wouldn't recommend it, don't be stupid (Uh, uh, uh, baow)
He ain't never got hit with a Drac' and a switch (Baow, baow)
That's 'cause he ain't met us, he must don't know, 7.62'll go through a brick (Go through a, through a brick)
Kick her right out my spot, I ain't even wanna hit after that bitch pulled out a nick' (Murder)
What the fuck I'ma do with a lil'-ass seventeen shots in a Glock? Bitch, pass me the clips
Vec', I don't want shit but a check, cruisin' the streets with a Drac' and a TEC (Boaw, baow)
He keep braggin' about his bitch, she thick, but the face look just like Shrek
Uh, BabyChief do it the best, the youngest OG, I am a vet'
They ask me where I'ma be in a year, in a big-ass crib, havin' lots of sex (You know that, you know that, you know that, you know that, okay)
7.62, 7.6- (Brr, baow, baow, baow, baow, ah)
Your ass gon' get hit with a 7.62 (Baow, baow, baow)
Bitch, uh, he ain't never got hit with a Drac' and a switch (Okay)
Uh, I ain't gon' lie, all of you nigga gon' die for chasin' that shit (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Spin this bitch at your own risk, better learn how to drive or we bakin' that bitch (Or we bakin' that bitch)
Slatt, why would I go buy jewelry, nigga? I could go take that shit
That nigga think he invincible, better he ain't never got hit with a Drac' and a switch (With a Drac' and a switch)
Damn, it's so much shit that I wanna say, but I can't even do it (Can't even do it)
Usually mind my business, but why the fuck he got a gun? He ain't even gon' use it (Like, why in the fuck?)
I'm not a rapper, bitch, I am a poet, listen, this shit therapeutic (Okay)
Spin on who, nigga, spin on what? I wouldn't recommend it, don't be stupid (Don't be dumb)
