712PM (Explicit) - Future

Lyrics by：Nayvadius Wilburn/Bryan Simmons/Stephen Gilarde/Wesley Glass/Nicholas Berlinger

Composed by：Nayvadius Wilburn/Bryan Simmons/Stephen Gilarde/Wesley Glass/Nicholas Berlinger

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Wheezy outta here

Sitting behind five percent you can see the chinain

Lil' one going crazy ready to sprrt for the ginang

If it wasn't for Google man that b***h wouldn't know my nickname

Dropped a Maybach truck on a watch and it was plain jane

Let the door swang swang the door open smell c*****e

Trafficking d**g money and trap outta this one lane

Stepped all in mud this b***h can't wait to tie my shoelace

Oh she don't like girls bet this money make a b***h so gay

Money real long big as King Kong when you make the trap go jump

Yellow wrist stones canary yellow stones I'm putting on that stuff

Digging in her back pull out my money make a b***h bust a nut

Came out the bando just to buy diapers had to hit me a lick

I bought the Tahoe from the trap money haven't even seen a brick

C*****e by the kilo these days put it right on my wrist

You can still see the chain lit up sitting behind five percent

Every time I re-up they gotta advance at least twenty M

I been getting richer and richer my whole career

Took the d**e money went and record a mixtape it's rappers way out

Sitting on a bail toting a big K ain't even got a couch

To Australia I'm familiar spent two million on a jet

In that dualie doing the dash I let lil' dawg he hold a TEC

I got mollies with the crystals but I been back doing X

Got a Rolex on my wrist this b***h cost 'bout a Corvette

Give these n***as a couple bands and hit your face and hit your chest

I was rolling off the pills I should've never f**ked the b***h

I got h*es these n***as married I don't let 'em go they come through

I got my fentanyl in my diamonds I spend a nine on a pair of shoes

I don't even care who these n***as shot at ain't nobody got merked

I got some real killers they'll kill a n***a then go and shoot up the hearse

You think a n***a like me give a f**k 'bout a n***a shooting up the church

I gotta take this s**t up with God 'cause I'm a God on the earth

I got this motherf**kin' new Benz I ain't even drove it since it came out

Couple of bad b***hes they twins walkin' naked through my house

Cook good d**e up in the kitchen I could do that top shelf

B***hes still claiming me I ain't f**ked over yet

Cartier wrist Cartier watch Cartier diamond buff

Money real long big as King Kong when you make the trap go jump

Yellow wrist stones canary yellow stones I'm putting on that stuff

Digging in her back pull out my money make a b***h bust a nut

Came out the bando just to buy diapers had to hit me a lick

I bought the Tahoe from the trap money haven't even seen a brick

C*****e by the kilo these days put it right on my wrist

You can still see the chain lit up sitting behind five percent

Sitting behind five percent you can see the chinain

Lil' one going crazy ready to sprrt for the ginang

Stepped all in mud this b***h can't wait to tie my shoelace

Oh she don't like girls bet this money make a b***h so gay