Correction Lyrics 7 Days Straight by Stunna 4 Vegas

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Six, everybody (Damn, Spancy)
Ayy, everybody been havin' a n***a f**ked up out his spot
I ain't trippin' now, I get in my mode, go crazy
Six, gang, gang, gang

Catch a lil' opp with his baby, he gon' need some help (Come here)
Ayy, they know I'm a demon baby, I'm fresh out of Hell (Frrt)
We all know that boy a rat, he fresh outta jail
Yeah, used to post up on that block 'til I ran out of sales (What else?)
Yeah, dropped a hundred out that chop 'til I ran out of shells (Bah)
We all know that boy a rat (Bah), we know he gon' tell (F**kin' rat)
We know that that boy a rat, we could see his tale
Yeah, go up the road and grab a pack, we don't use no mail (Trap)
Ayy, we chase n***as in real life 'til they run out of breath (Come here)
Yeah, we gon' be killin' sh*t for life, we can't run out of death
Yeah, jump in that water, you gon' drown, I bet your a** get wet (You can't swim)
Long as I'm strapped, I go wherever, they show me respect (I ain't scared)
Long as I'm strapped, I go wherever clutchin' on this MAC (I'm goin' fed)
These n***as claimin' they some demons, I done met the devil (That n***a dead)
These n***as claimin' they be tweakin', but we do it better (On gang)
Wherever I see him, b*t*h, I'm squeezin' (Baow, baow), we gon' shoot whoever (Baow, baow)

Yeah, chasin' n***as down 'til they run out of breath
Ayy, you know Lil Flip, that's my brother, b*t*h, we shoot like Klay and Steph
Yeah, we go get them chops and beat they block, we just like Matt and Jeff
Yeah, Jeff Hardy
Ayy, since the age of fifteen (Damn, Spancy), me and Flip done flocked out every party
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm out my top, they got me mad, these f**k n***as got me started
Yeah, n***a made a song, he spoke on Fifty, man, that boy retarded
Yeah, we the type to paint the city black just like your favorite artist
Uh, dropped that bag on top his head, just told gang, "I need a big target"
Ayy, we the type to paint the city red, we see our favorite target (Yeah)
I see my opp, no, I can't show no pity, they hate that I'm heartless
Ayy, text my opp like, "Boy, don't come outside, soon as you do, we sparkin'" (You dead)
We go to war with anybody out here, b*t*h, we like to spark
Ayy yeah, we like the Army (Yeah)
We shoot first, don't ask no questions never, they done got me started
He see my face, 'bout sh*tted on hisself, we had that n***a fartin' (He shooked)
This n***a out here claimin' he want smoke, but got me facin' charges (He rattin')
These n***as out here killin' rats, I swear to God these n***as dead (Uh)
I left they block, my chop was like, before I came that b*t*h was hit (I drop it down)
They know that when I swing, this sh*t get lit, we leave your projects messed (Yeah, get tight)
They know that when I come, I'm comin' hard, so tighten up, get ready (Get tight, get tight)
Ayy, tighten up your laces
Bullets get to flyin', n***as duckin' (Know they tighten up), this sh*t like the matrix
Ayy, four deep in your hood, we masked up (Masked up), nobody see no faces
Ayy, everybody in this car 2 Solid (Shh), we ain't catchin' cases
Yeah, we spin they block for seven days straight (Damn, Spancy), then it's back to the basics

Yeah, back to basics
It's back to basics, it's back to basics
Spin they block for seven days straight, then it's back to the basics
All-black up in that whip, they thought that we was racist
Uh, uh, it's back to the basics
Shh, bah, bah, six, six
Bah, bah, bah, come here
Baow, come here, bah

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