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whisper flow - seven lyrics

phone keep ringin’ cause da money keep callin’
even in da off*season gotta keep ballin’
if seven roll da dice then you know i’m going all in
closet big enough to fit da motherf*cking mall in

used to keep my phone on dnd
now my trap blowing up like tnt
i know n*ggas watching me like tmz
i’m a mvp so they envy me
they whip it up
whip it up
stack it up
zip it up
young n*gga get that work
my n*gga’ll pop you and he’ll do it sober
i ain’t got to give him no perc’s
b*tch i’m a boss, that come with perks
and even my worse, could lead to yo he*rs*
i’m really a curse
jjust murdered a verse
just the sound of my name keeping n*ggas alert
i’m— getting to da dough likе pillsbury
ain’t tryna die without a mil’ to bury
if it’s about da money then you know imma hurry
tryna see 8 figurеs by da time i turn 30
if da n*gga pull up we gone put him in da dirt
b*tch don’t get hurt
and if you don’t come then my n*gga gone skrt, and you gone leave in a skirt
n*ggas pop sh*t cause they popping them perks, but we ain’t got to rehe*rs*
can’t send shots at me cause i’m sending them first, and it don’t go in reverse
i’m hotter than summers
i’m dripping like gunna
raised out in charlotte
lil’ baby a stunna
keep a n*gga in front of
shoot quicka than runnas
they took my sh*t
so i’m calling ’em plungers
if i want it i get it
ain’t waiting for nothing
and if they ain’t got it
get double of something
lv duffle
outside truffle
inside stuffed to the brim with them brussels
phone keep ringin’ cause da money keep callin’
even in da off*season gotta keep ballin’
if seven roll da dice then you know i’m going all in
closet big enough to fit da motherf*cking mall in

n*ggas swear they real but won’t get sh*t touched
all my shooters like steph, they gone hit in the clutch
n*ggas said they wanted smoke but i don’t smoke no dutch
and i ain’t duckin’ when i see you i don’t give no f*cks
i’m everything that you pretend to be
that’s why i’m really your enemy
can’t fake da funk cause really you into me
n*ggas know me
imma keep da same energy
if you talk out yo neck, slap the taste out yo mouth
gave da whole world a lil’ taste of the south
my n*ggas gone wreck*it ain’t talking bout ralph
put a hole in yo blouse and a hole in yo house
b*tch i be spitting that ether
don’t need a heater
simple just like a wife beater
making a scene they won’t see ya
grip on da crown like a kegel
b*tch i’m too fly like an eagle

phone keep ringin’ cause da money keep callin’
even in da off*season gotta keep ballin’
if seven roll da dice then you know i’m going all in
closet big enough to fit da motherf*cking mall in
b*tch i got it covered like geico
and i’ll get a n*gga touched like michael
and these n*ggas all bark won’t bite though
b*tch i’m cold like vicks no michael
r*r*run up on me
they gunning you down
chopper gone get you ain’t much to be found
put you in a lake but we know you ain’t drown
b*tch this ain’t it, i ain’t nothin’ to clown

phone keep ringin’ cause da money keep callin’
even in da off*season gotta keep ballin’
if seven roll da dice then you know i’m going all in
closet big enough to fit da motherf*cking mall in

- seven lyrics

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