Seven The General - 700x lyrics

[Intro: Don Vince] [Verse 1: Seven the General] You see me I eat, sleep, sh** And Talk Rap Raised around the Mob Yeah the Old Dude bought crack Put me on the stove Whip a muthaf**in soft batch Been around the globe Shaking muthaf**in salt packs n***a caught a case at 18 b**h I lost that Never went to trial Cause the MILE we don't talk back n***as sneak dissing on them songs b**h I caught that p**y, put a name on it Gang on it, Bet he caught that n***a! O.G. Seven Milla, Kamikaze On a stolen Panigale Single shotty, full of bodies Used to do the Ozzy Off the 92' Hirachi's Hit so many licks Them n***as call me Seven LickaRachi 7 Mile is a Army, n***a A Navy, n***a .45's in the Tommy, n***a Bet it spray a n***a The “G-Code” that we live by And that pay a n***a Swear to god the book is what we never obeying, n***a TURN UP! [Hook 1: Don Vince] [Verse 2: Seven the General] b**h what I'll have yo a** stuck Have young dogg with the mag Over there while you bag up Got some dollars on that marijuana k**ers off that Verrazano n***as want that lean, promethazine I got a hundred bottles B on the throttle Tucking nozzles in that ferragamo Pull up with that chopper Let it pop in front of Andiamo's Como' (se) de mi llama Ocho cinco, no Cubano Me no speak no English, but my middle finger talks to HOMMOZ Seven in that 7 forty fin Stupid rims n***a never had sh** Ever since a n***a saw his first 10 I ducked off, cause duck sauce don't spend 7 Mile is a Army, n***a A Navy, n***a If you ever try to harm me n***a Bet they Kay a n***a The “G-Code” that we live by And that pay a n***a Swear to god the book is what we never obeying n***a TURN UP! [Hook 2: Don Vince] [Verse 3: Seven the General] Hmmm Alright Stoppit, you n***as robbing plugs I'm bending round the block I got the .38 snub Rubber bands all on the handle We can get it out the mud I be whipping oil-base Off a quarter-zip of crud Watch a muthaf**a flood the block Drugs or not, I got some gift card codes Told them hoes go shop And this sh** don't stop Till the wrist don't tock In a big 6 drop Dip-Burling up Stout, Boyyyy! “Would you please Boss Up” No more 740's so the fees gone up All we blow is purple, got the lean sold up OC's sold up, dope fiends know us 7 Mile is Army Better yet a Navy If a n***a try to play me Then its “Rock-a-bye” baby The “G-Code” that we live by And that pay me A muthaf**ing DOGG But I'm never obeying I TURN UP! [Hook 3: Don Vince] - written by Seven the General