7 Days (Explicit) - Youngboy Never Broke Again

Lyrics by：Kentrell Gaulden/Gregory Sanders Jr./Marcus Jermaine Gotch Jr./Jason Goldberg

I got Hitman on the beat

There ain't no love for her

I been M.I.A. though

Marcuss you killin' the beat

Ayy **** ya **** ya too

Murder gang

I ain't tryna say a thing n***a I can barely think

I said I quit for seven days and then I'm back on drank

I been tryna calm down n***a you should do the same

Still ain't puttin' these guns down all I know is leave a stain

Hold on I got a reason 'bout why I came through bleedin'

***** this for my brothers up in jail and they can't see me

Real gang baby dealin' with these demons it ain't easy

They say that I go crazy pistols blazin'

Straps got built-in beams in

If I said it ***** I mean it

Gettin' dirty with my clean a*s

Double R back then it used to be a blue Jag'

Dirty ***** just want cash fall for it my wrong a*s

Play games I can't pass

Only thing I want is you smashed

Dirty ***** you ain't my ho

Don't call my phone with your dog a*s

You ****in' 'round with the other side

Don't be inside when that car crash

4.0 flat with my hood on

Got a twelve gauge like I'm Milat

Nawfside better not spin through that

P***y n***a won't make it back

XD and a fully MAC

Youngin' out the window like "I told ya"

***** I told ya

Tryna knock your mother****in' head from off your shoulders

You want beef

Okay I been doin' this for too long son

Bet

I say "Murder you know we gon' get you gone son"

Stretch

I ain't tryna say a thing n***a I can barely think

I said I quit for seven days and then I'm back on drank

I been tryna calm down n***a you should do the same

Still ain't puttin' these guns down all I know is leave a stain

Hold on I got a reason 'bout why I came through bleedin'

***** this for my brothers up in jail and they can't see me

Real gang baby dealin' with these demons it ain't easy

They say that I go crazy pistols blazin'

Straps got built-in beams in

Ain't with me I say that they all around for that reason

Oh Lord tell 'em "**** 'em"

Now they say that they don't need me

They can't get that money on they own

So they subpoena me

Hold on broke *****

My top back one opp black red scenery

I'm the one who pulled up luxury machine

I'm the one who made them youngins go step on him

**** that n***a can't rep off me murder

We gon' take that **** to 3rd degree

Talkin' at one time stretch three

Talkin' at one time kill three

FN-45 with a hammer Drac' with a drum thirty-round banana

They blow that strap back after back

If one connect that ***** gon' slam 'em

Red tips we gon' handle him

Pallbearers I'ma hand 'em him

My thoughts gone whole life just temp'

I ain't tryna say a thing n***a I can barely think

I said I quit for seven days and then I'm back on drank

I been tryna calm down n***a you should do the same

Still ain't puttin' these guns down all I know is leave a stain

Hold on I got a reason 'bout why I came through bleedin'

***** this for my brothers up in jail and they can't see me

Real gang baby dealin' with these demons it ain't easy

They say that I go crazy pistols blazin'

Straps got built-in beams in