"7 Minutes" lyrics
(Stribb on the beat)
Yeah
I'm back in this bitch again, I'm back in this bitch again
I still got— uh, uh, I still got— for the ten
I still got— uh, yeah
I still got two for the five, uh, still got three for the ten, uh
I still get four for the twenty, yeah, you get the seven for the bin
Had to drop off my lil' bitch, yeah, I still got some corners to bend
Yeah, I doubled the cup up again, uh, I doubled the money again
Yeah, I just hit the lil' bitch again, uh, the bitch wanna live in my skin, uh
Know Backdoor gon' go for the win, uh-huh, I switched up the plates and the VIN
Uh, if you want smoke, nigga, puff it, all you need to do, drop the pin
Yeah, I don't talk beef, I don't discuss it, uh, I shoot out the back of the Benz
Uh, Big 4 in the photo
Hold on, lookin' for niggas to roll on
Double the cup and I pop oxycodone
Bitch, am I spendin' the night? Hold on
I'm tryna go get the check, put my bro on
Get the racks, I might pose for a photo
With my dog like he motherfuckin' Toto
I'm puttin' belt to these niggas, I'm dolo
Nigga just kick this shit solo
In the court I was pleading the nolo
She in Gucci, I'm rockin' Manolo
He an opp, he get smoked like a 'rillo
Niggas talkin' to bitches and pillows
Malcolm X with the Drac' at the window
I was mixin' that opp with the indo
Baby Drac' and the clip is extendo
Yeah, I let her blow on this shit like she tryna start the game of Nintendo
Yeah, my brother like Reese and Dewey, I'm out with the Drac' in the middle
They ain't know I came straight out the ghetto
Know I'm droppin' the bag, nigga, get low
Had 'em takin' you to the hospital
If that pussy dry, bet I won't spit on it
And if I ain't on no gangster shit, I'm with my brother and I know I bet he gon' get on it
These niggas be droppin' they money on niggas, then get on they IG and vent on it
Off the top, ain't no pad or no pen on it
Tryna pull up to his block and we spin on it
Got the juice, but I ain't got no gin on it
Damn, the hate be strong, have you lookin' like what you did wrong?
But it's really these niggas ain't right
Ayy, ayy, have QB throw the bomb and I'm gone
She said, "Backdoor, can you fuck me for long?
That's what you said in that motherfuckin' song"
I'm in the trap with the scale and the 'bow
I'm with my dog like a motherfuckin' bone
I got this motherfuckin' 9 and it's black
I got this big old 4-5 and it's chrome
And these niggas wan' be like Big Back
I think these niggas my motherfuckin' clones
You know Big Back in the back of the 'Bach
B-A-C-H if you niggas didn't know
I put my back to that motherfuckin' door
I put my foot through this bitch and it's on
Nigga defensin', we playin' a zone
Mm, but don't think I'll let you get wrong
Don't think we tolerate no disrespect
Don't think we just rappin' motherfuckin' songs
And don't say shit you gon' fuckin' regret
I'll drop the bag, have your partner get on
The Percocet 20 so motherfuckin' strong
I'ma be high for so motherfuckin' long
Yeah
I'm back in this bitch again, I'm back in this bitch again
I still got— uh, uh, I still got— for the ten
I still got— uh, yeah
I still got two for the five, uh, still got three for the ten, uh
I still get four for the twenty, yeah, you get the seven for the bin
Had to drop off my lil' bitch, yeah, I still got some corners to bend
Yeah, I doubled the cup up again, uh, I doubled the money again
Yeah, I just hit the lil' bitch again, uh, the bitch wanna live in my skin, uh
Know Backdoor gon' go for the win, uh-huh, I switched up the plates and the VIN
Uh, if you want smoke, nigga, puff it, all you need to do, drop the pin
Yeah, I don't talk beef, I don't discuss it, uh, I shoot out the back of the Benz
Uh, Big 4 in the photo
Hold on, lookin' for niggas to roll on
Double the cup and I pop oxycodone
Bitch, am I spendin' the night? Hold on
I'm tryna go get the check, put my bro on
Get the racks, I might pose for a photo
With my dog like he motherfuckin' Toto
I'm puttin' belt to these niggas, I'm dolo
Nigga just kick this shit solo
In the court I was pleading the nolo
She in Gucci, I'm rockin' Manolo
He an opp, he get smoked like a 'rillo
Niggas talkin' to bitches and pillows
Malcolm X with the Drac' at the window
I was mixin' that opp with the indo
Baby Drac' and the clip is extendo
Yeah, I let her blow on this shit like she tryna start the game of Nintendo
Yeah, my brother like Reese and Dewey, I'm out with the Drac' in the middle
They ain't know I came straight out the ghetto
Know I'm droppin' the bag, nigga, get low
Had 'em takin' you to the hospital
If that pussy dry, bet I won't spit on it
And if I ain't on no gangster shit, I'm with my brother and I know I bet he gon' get on it
These niggas be droppin' they money on niggas, then get on they IG and vent on it
Off the top, ain't no pad or no pen on it
Tryna pull up to his block and we spin on it
Got the juice, but I ain't got no gin on it
Damn, the hate be strong, have you lookin' like what you did wrong?
But it's really these niggas ain't right
Ayy, ayy, have QB throw the bomb and I'm gone
She said, "Backdoor, can you fuck me for long?
That's what you said in that motherfuckin' song"
I'm in the trap with the scale and the 'bow
I'm with my dog like a motherfuckin' bone
I got this motherfuckin' 9 and it's black
I got this big old 4-5 and it's chrome
And these niggas wan' be like Big Back
I think these niggas my motherfuckin' clones
You know Big Back in the back of the 'Bach
B-A-C-H if you niggas didn't know
I put my back to that motherfuckin' door
I put my foot through this bitch and it's on
Nigga defensin', we playin' a zone
Mm, but don't think I'll let you get wrong
Don't think we tolerate no disrespect
Don't think we just rappin' motherfuckin' songs
And don't say shit you gon' fuckin' regret
I'll drop the bag, have your partner get on
The Percocet 20 so motherfuckin' strong
I'ma be high for so motherfuckin' long
