CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 7 Days a Week
They be talking gangster sh*t but we know they sweet (Pu**y)
We gon' spin the f**king block seven days a week, ayy (Brr)
They just do this sh*t for play-play, we play for keeps, ayy (Boom)
I ain't gotta shoot at you no more, I pay for beef, gang
Trapping down your block, the youngins come through with them cutters (Brr, brr)
Rubber band, Murder Gang, young ign'ant motherf**kers (Hey, hey)
They be doing all the sneak dissing, never touch us (Boo)
They know been I spin around this way, they got us f**ked up (Oh, really)
Got me f**ked up, I'm the same Doe Beezy from back then (Doe Beezy)
I was like nine years old, wanted a MAC-10
Real man, we smashing, me and Blaze the blast twins (Gang)
Take the plug out soon as we hear it pack in
Said they heard my name, these n***as mad I'm out here shining (Yeah)
Only thing that's on my neck is Eliantte diamonds (Damn)
RBMG be mobbing, (Gang, gang, gang, gang) I can't stop them boys from robbing (No, no)
Yo' business, better mind it 'fore them boys shoot where your mind is
Wipe a n***a nose, he think he's slatt, slow him where slime is (Slatt, slatt)
Opps be on the track, say this and that, tell 'em what mine did
Bodies dropping (Back to back to back), you know what time it is (Brr, brr)
Catch somebody in Cleveland, I might post up at Lebron crib (Lebron crib)
Or I might go to Odell Beckham house, ooh, I'm flexing now
That b*t*h who love a group, she just happy we be texting now (Boom)
Them boys in the hood, Murderland, we bring them stretchers out
He said, "Doe, let me out", you know I let him out (Skrrt)
'Cause I can't ride in traffic with no n***a that ain't 'bout it (Nope, nope)
Shot him in his face, surprised they knew him when they found him
Play with big Doe Bizzy, I'ma X 'em out like Malcolm
If you ain't tryna spend, run around, you can't be 'round them (Them n***as, boom)
Bodies adding, subtracting, multiplying, might surround them
Yeah, they a** be slime but they don't score, you better not count them (Brr-brr, brr)
We up but I forget who just died, we ain't even count him (Hahaha)
Yeah, Lil Beezy's chilling 'cause his eyes chilling, better not doubt him
You know them guys gon' blast on me, you play me, it's a tragedy (Gang, it's a tragedy)
Let me out early, I know Justin and Berg mad at me (Haha)
She made a mistake, I'm out here tweaking, who wan' battle me? (Gang, gang)
Naw, I ain't talking 'bout no rapping, I'm speaking actually (Oh, really)
And everything I really be talking, it be factually (It be factually)
Shopped with the plug and he know better, don't put no tax on me (Don't put no tax on me, b*t*h)
I'm drunk as f**k, booling with a couple racks on me (Freebandz)
All black Hellcat, Doja Cat mad at me (Boom)
War time, n***a, bring them choppas out (Brr, brr)
Tryna invest in real estate and bought my opp's mama's house (Ah)
We gon' pull up with AKs, you better move your mama out
Your b*t*h a groupie, you should log in to her page and sign her out (Oh, really)
Got a young n***a with a f**king TEC, he don't want no check
He just want some respect (Brr, brr, brr)
Wake up, bodies getting catched, tryna found out who next (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
Say it's off, it's a bet (Oh, really)
They be talking gangster sh*t but we know they sweet (Pu**y)
We gon' spin the f**king block seven days a week, ayy (Brr)
They just do this sh*t for play-play, we play for keeps, ayy (Boom)
I ain't gotta shoot at you no more, I pay for beef (For beef), gang
We gon' spin the f**king block seven days a week, ayy (Brr)
They just do this sh*t for play-play, we play for keeps, ayy (Boom)
I ain't gotta shoot at you no more, I pay for beef, gang
Trapping down your block, the youngins come through with them cutters (Brr, brr)
Rubber band, Murder Gang, young ign'ant motherf**kers (Hey, hey)
They be doing all the sneak dissing, never touch us (Boo)
They know been I spin around this way, they got us f**ked up (Oh, really)
Got me f**ked up, I'm the same Doe Beezy from back then (Doe Beezy)
I was like nine years old, wanted a MAC-10
Real man, we smashing, me and Blaze the blast twins (Gang)
Take the plug out soon as we hear it pack in
Said they heard my name, these n***as mad I'm out here shining (Yeah)
Only thing that's on my neck is Eliantte diamonds (Damn)
RBMG be mobbing, (Gang, gang, gang, gang) I can't stop them boys from robbing (No, no)
Yo' business, better mind it 'fore them boys shoot where your mind is
Wipe a n***a nose, he think he's slatt, slow him where slime is (Slatt, slatt)
Opps be on the track, say this and that, tell 'em what mine did
Bodies dropping (Back to back to back), you know what time it is (Brr, brr)
Catch somebody in Cleveland, I might post up at Lebron crib (Lebron crib)
Or I might go to Odell Beckham house, ooh, I'm flexing now
That b*t*h who love a group, she just happy we be texting now (Boom)
Them boys in the hood, Murderland, we bring them stretchers out
He said, "Doe, let me out", you know I let him out (Skrrt)
'Cause I can't ride in traffic with no n***a that ain't 'bout it (Nope, nope)
Shot him in his face, surprised they knew him when they found him
Play with big Doe Bizzy, I'ma X 'em out like Malcolm
If you ain't tryna spend, run around, you can't be 'round them (Them n***as, boom)
Bodies adding, subtracting, multiplying, might surround them
Yeah, they a** be slime but they don't score, you better not count them (Brr-brr, brr)
We up but I forget who just died, we ain't even count him (Hahaha)
Yeah, Lil Beezy's chilling 'cause his eyes chilling, better not doubt him
You know them guys gon' blast on me, you play me, it's a tragedy (Gang, it's a tragedy)
Let me out early, I know Justin and Berg mad at me (Haha)
She made a mistake, I'm out here tweaking, who wan' battle me? (Gang, gang)
Naw, I ain't talking 'bout no rapping, I'm speaking actually (Oh, really)
And everything I really be talking, it be factually (It be factually)
Shopped with the plug and he know better, don't put no tax on me (Don't put no tax on me, b*t*h)
I'm drunk as f**k, booling with a couple racks on me (Freebandz)
All black Hellcat, Doja Cat mad at me (Boom)
War time, n***a, bring them choppas out (Brr, brr)
Tryna invest in real estate and bought my opp's mama's house (Ah)
We gon' pull up with AKs, you better move your mama out
Your b*t*h a groupie, you should log in to her page and sign her out (Oh, really)
Got a young n***a with a f**king TEC, he don't want no check
He just want some respect (Brr, brr, brr)
Wake up, bodies getting catched, tryna found out who next (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
Say it's off, it's a bet (Oh, really)
They be talking gangster sh*t but we know they sweet (Pu**y)
We gon' spin the f**king block seven days a week, ayy (Brr)
They just do this sh*t for play-play, we play for keeps, ayy (Boom)
I ain't gotta shoot at you no more, I pay for beef (For beef), gang
