"77 Club" lyrics
Summertime Butch
Big BSF
Griselda, nigga
You can't talk money to a nigga who been broke and rich, nigga
In a trap with my stick out
I ain't going back to the big house
Frontin' like you on, but y'all was just asking for discounts
300 in a day—wait, that's actually a miscount
My lawyer told me it's a half a million by his count
Yeah, you know that's real shit
I don't gotta check my bitch 'cause I tame mine
It's time to go and I just tap my wrist like it's Dame Time
In a pocket throwin' spirals
You know this game—you put out something hot
And they won't like you, buggin' shots, you goin' viral
Push the Cullinan in a Muller hand
I played the game right with stash houses and rubber bands
One hand wash the other hand
This year we gon' settle it
As veterans, we know that nothing come before presidents
Muscle don't beat intelligence
I fought when the school was irrelevant
Wrong one to bet against
I gave my hood drugs like I had a degree in medicine
Spinnin' digits on glitter
When the last time you heard a nigga spit it as realer?
Got dope boys trendin' on Twitter
I made this shit look good again
I made this shit look good again
Buck 20 in a Trackhawk
Look at this shit rap up
Pick my niece up
She point at my piece and say, "What that cost?"
Your money slowin' up
I guess the streets got you blackballed
'Cause every plug you know sabotaged with a hacksaw
How I'm anti-Semitic was only handing y'all credit
Immigrants built foundations, these standards that I commended
If I'm wrong, I stand corrected
Not to boast, but me and my Jewish lawyers
Still toast over glasses and Manischewitz
My right-hand man rich, but my big brother Barry
Went to my OG's funeral in all white and married
Me and Hit-Boy got a classic
Same thing for me and Harry
I made millions just kickin' it like Adam Vinatieri
Butcher coming, nigga
They wonder how I did it
I'm hearing whispers from critics
But the numbers never lie
And neither do analytics
Fuck all the naysayers
They say it's crazy that even my bitch
Make more than a WNBA player
Ah, let's go
Big BSF
Griselda, nigga
You can't talk money to a nigga who been broke and rich, nigga
In a trap with my stick out
I ain't going back to the big house
Frontin' like you on, but y'all was just asking for discounts
300 in a day—wait, that's actually a miscount
My lawyer told me it's a half a million by his count
Yeah, you know that's real shit
I don't gotta check my bitch 'cause I tame mine
It's time to go and I just tap my wrist like it's Dame Time
In a pocket throwin' spirals
You know this game—you put out something hot
And they won't like you, buggin' shots, you goin' viral
Push the Cullinan in a Muller hand
I played the game right with stash houses and rubber bands
One hand wash the other hand
This year we gon' settle it
As veterans, we know that nothing come before presidents
Muscle don't beat intelligence
I fought when the school was irrelevant
Wrong one to bet against
I gave my hood drugs like I had a degree in medicine
Spinnin' digits on glitter
When the last time you heard a nigga spit it as realer?
Got dope boys trendin' on Twitter
I made this shit look good again
I made this shit look good again
Buck 20 in a Trackhawk
Look at this shit rap up
Pick my niece up
She point at my piece and say, "What that cost?"
Your money slowin' up
I guess the streets got you blackballed
'Cause every plug you know sabotaged with a hacksaw
How I'm anti-Semitic was only handing y'all credit
Immigrants built foundations, these standards that I commended
If I'm wrong, I stand corrected
Not to boast, but me and my Jewish lawyers
Still toast over glasses and Manischewitz
My right-hand man rich, but my big brother Barry
Went to my OG's funeral in all white and married
Me and Hit-Boy got a classic
Same thing for me and Harry
I made millions just kickin' it like Adam Vinatieri
Butcher coming, nigga
They wonder how I did it
I'm hearing whispers from critics
But the numbers never lie
And neither do analytics
Fuck all the naysayers
They say it's crazy that even my bitch
Make more than a WNBA player
Ah, let's go
Writer(s): Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Byron Keith Forest Ii
