[Hook: Lucky 7]
I got bands up in my pocket, boy I'm livin' large
k**in' verses, just waitin' for the judge to charge
Chillin' with my constellation cause we all some stars
Boy I'm livin' large, catch me in a foreign car
Burnin' paper, screamin' f** a hater cause we goin' far
We in this b**h a hundred deep, they know who we are
We livin' large, we livin' large
If they want it, come and get it, you know where we are
[Verse 1: Lucky 7]
Foreign all over my body, I pull inside of a brand new Ferrari, I'm gone
Prolly swimmin' in some women, I'm sorry, but you know the kid puttin' on
Every time I walk into the building motherf**er lookin' at me, tryin' hide they b**h, why?
Everybody know the son'll make their chick disappear like it's nothin' but a magic trick
Ay, I got get it, every little bit of it, I'm k**in' it, so I don't got you feelin' it, I skip a little bit of Christmas
But I'm gifted, can't miss this, shot explicit but I'm sh**tin' on competition
Ay, ay, I'm young and gettin' it, only nineteen
Snapback my crown, call me the king, 309 my city, who against the team?
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[Verse 2: Mario Canon]
Swag on my body, my pockets' karate
I'm feelin' like Rocky, nobody can stop me
I need a Bugatti, Roberto Cavalli
A thotty, [?], you b**h is a hobby
They be like, “Canon why you act like that?”, rat-tat-tat, pat-pat-pat
Strapped like sandals, [?], pocket full of vandals, light a n***a up like a candle
Y'all can't stand it, catch me out in traffic, bet I'll put your b**h on my team just like a draft pick
I ain't never lackin', [?], shootin' n***as, we don't play no D like the Mavericks, yeah
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[Verse 3: Montana of 300]
It's Mister Let That Forty, uh huh, let that forty bang
I got bands all in pockets, b**hes hope I make it rain
Check my bags and check my tags, b**h I'm finessin', flexin', strappin'
And my concerts, just imagine, tickets sell out, Dexter Jackson
Cause they know who the flyest, FGE, I'm the pilot
Got labels tryna buy it, I'm livin' large like a giant
And I got thick bands of that purple that flood my jeans like Urkel
I'm double-strapped, no parachute, and this fly sh**, no bird poop
Got Polo on me, Gucci on me, yeah you know I'm fly as f**
And every time I pull up, hoes on me no fire truck
All up on my [?] dick, haters tryna [?] sh**
Run up on my [?] and catch seven from this canon quick
I'm livin' large, don't doubt that, foreign things, hop out that
Got a bad b**h that counts stacks with a stupid a** and she bounce back
That murder sh**, I'm bout that, guns all where my house
When them hollow tails pop out that , you get smoked like [?]
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