7.62 chords and lyrics - YFN LUCCI

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[Verse 1]
[C]Pipe that shit [D]up [Em]TnT
Dmac on the fuckin' track
[C]I s[D]ay,[Em][D]
[C]uh, oh,[D] yea[Em]h, look

[Verse 2]
In the back of the [Em]Benz, I just got it painted
[C]The grill [D]gold- plated,
[Em]my crib still gated
But we ain't used to have not a dol[D]lar,
who gon' take it
[C]Robberies in Grand The[D]ft Auto,
I can't [Em]fake it
They told me don't be trippin' about it,
I can't save it
[C]A whole [D]lotta [Em]bring problems
But if a nigga play,
we gon' get him murdered tomor[D]row
Wanna see me [C]demonstrate?
'87 tea [D]top Cultey, put it
on the [Em]interstate
Solitaire, DO, they can't even see my face
[C]The[D]se hoes they want me to cha[Em]se
I don't keep my sneakers laced
I don't ride [?] my key
[D]can't go to no valet
Flew [C]my cars out to [D]LA
I saw so many [Em]posin' and bitch
we gon' need to vacate
We been off for some decades

[Verse 3]
Look, [C]smokin' [D]grade A,[Em]
but in school I got low grades
Get that boy a box of perfume,
[D]he got [?]
Look, [C]throw that [D]boy a
7.62, we don't throw [Em]shade
I hope everyone don't hit you, not partly
[C]Look, I'ma [D]die, in these [Em]Cuban links,
I feel like [?]
Walk through 'em, want me to [D]call through,
that's a role
Look, [C]what you gonna do when the [D]money through,
[Em]shorty
Don't keep tellin' me what
you gon' do for me
Okay, yeah, [C]only [D]talk about shit that [Em]I go through,
I ain't phony
You gon' do, what The [D]Who,
I ain't homie
[C]Lab man, [D]he got [?] by the
[Em]I ain't no cappin',
I spent you advance on little homie
[C]We gon' [D]get it [Em][?] we don't
land til the morning, huh
Matter fact, gon' hit 'em [D]up
while I'm performin', huh
[C]I just got another g[D]rill,
call me George [Em]Foreman, huh
I just got another mil' and I
ain't even hungry, huh
[C]Are you [D]niggar, do it,
[Em]bitch you worser than a woman, huh
Anybody get it nigga,
[D]show me my opponent, huh
[C]I be in the newest s[D]hit, I introduce y[Em]ou to this
I put you on my shooter list,
fuck it, let me do the bitch
[C]I been goi[D]n' through some shi[Em]t,
flip out, give the Juul a hit
On the one like Chris child,
[D]we don't sip on no Christ [C]style
I re[D]member ridin' 'round
in that [Em]bucket
When we was in that Nissan,
they didn't give me nothin'
[C]When I [D]was fucked up my [Em]own bitch
wouldn't even love me
When I ain't have my swagger right
[D]the hoe wouldn't even fuck me
[C][D]

[Verse 4]
[Em]I be on some feed the fam shit,
I know my momma proud of me
I know that [C]cuck real [D]good,
I just [Em]can't put down the shit
I do it real big,
but they don't [D]acknowledge it
Look at where I [C]live
You know [D]I cash that on it, [Em]a condo and a crib
I pay more than 1.5 for it
Every day [C]I spend some [D]shit,
every [Em]thing I'm in be lit
Everything I thing about it,
I be tryna [D]spend some shit
Long [C]live all of [D]my niggas
where we done [Em]came
Hater, I gotta talk to you in the graveyard
[C][D][Em]