GetRichZay, Bos Flip - 7 Days Straight lyrics

Six, everybody (Damn, Spancy)
Ayy, everybody been havin' a nigga
Fucked 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 (Fuckin' 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 niggas in real life
'til they run out of breath (Come here)
Yeah, we gon' be killin' shit for life
We can't run out of death
Yeah, jump in that water, you gon' drown
I bet your ass 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 niggas claimin' they some demons
I done met the devil (That nigga dead)
These niggas claimin' they be tweakin'
But we do it better (On gang)
Wherever I see him, bitch, I'm squeezin'
(Baow, baow) , we gon' shoot whoever (Baow
Baow)

Yeah, chasin' niggas down 'til they
Run out of breath ayy, you know Lil Flip
That's my brother, bitch
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, bitch, I'm out my top
They got me mad
These fuck niggas got me started
Yeah, nigga 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, bitch
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 shitted on hisself
We had that nigga fartin' (He shooked)
This nigga out here claimin' he want smoke
But got me facin' charges (He rattin')
These niggas out here killin' rats
I swear to God these niggas dead (Uh)
I left they block, my chop was like
Before I came that bitch was hit
(I drop it down)
They know that when I swing
This shit 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', niggas duckin'
(Know they tighten up)
This shit 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