777 Video (MV)

This song is cleaner than a 1940's Germany
Hop out of the car and none these people even heard of me
Said I keep a stick like I got leg surgery
My bars is so sick that they causing an insurgency
Pull up on on him, he get hit twice like it's nine/11
Red Bull gives you wings, so do I, send 'em straight to heaven
Dexters Laboratory, take the wock, mix it with the resin
Call my Glock"Professor" cause it teach these dumb kids a lesson
Switch up the flow, but this ain't no E-town bop
I'm always on go, ready for more heat, get popped
Put on a show, fill him with holes, wheeze and cough
Colder than snow, bars get him froze, he can't top them
Talking goofy on the net, this ain't Fortnite, no respawns
.40 to his brain, call his name, he don't respond
She like Luffy how she stretch, Imma step on you peons
It's deer hunting season and these rappers is some fawns
Got a white shirt like the Fonz, I wear white, but I'm not racist
Catching bodies just for fun, yeah I'm probably a sadist
I'm real sick bruh, got 50 kids down in my basement
If he try and run, I smash his head up on the pavement
All of these boys F-boys like a Catholic priest
Eat up several beats in one sitting, that's my kind of feast
My fans is some dogs, wag they tails cause Imma drop some heat
Even without swearing I can curbstomp every single beat