Yung Redd & Lil Ron - 7-1-3 lyrics

(feat. Gritboyz) [talking:] Yeah 7-1-3 new South, s**a Free In the trunk, we on your heels mayn Holla back, come on come on [Yung Redd:] Only if you knew, I'm playing by my own rules Keep a new pair of 22's, for the old school Neck full of rose gold, hoes spreading the news Even them days I was broke, I was paying dues A hundred miles and running, you couldn't fill my shoes I break bread with my n***az, yeah that's what n***az do These clowns plotting on me, got me looking in my rear Nothing but blood and shedding tears, through most of my years But anyway I showed and proved, to most of my peers Sooner or later, recognized me as a pioneer Who would of thought, that I'd be playing the right cards And more grain than a lawn, in your front yard Now you can tell, we all about them dollar bills y'all Plus I got 24 inches, on my wheels y'all Them n***az playing mayn, I gotta keep it real y'all I'm on the grind, so I get it how I live y'all - 2x [Lil' Ron:] I'm money getting, while n***az slipping they really tripping I'm on a mission, peep how I'm living them chicks is flipping Now pay attention and listen, the game ain't switching Did I mention if it's tension, then your lil' a** missing Stop depending on n***az, and get your own cash I love spending that money quick, so I make it fast And it seems, some of these rap n***az flow is trash But me, I'm leaving the bank with big money bags Don't try to snatch my sh**, n***a I will blast Them hollow tips, got your a** stuck to the gra** The spinners on the drop, look like they doing cart-wheels My money long, like I discovered the arch build [Hook: x3] I represent, that 7-1-3 n***a [Scooby:] It's them hustler stacking, ghetto reality live from the H And the truth is, we got it on fire in the H So no problem, we don't mind taking your place We ain't come for the chump change, we came for the safe And hey, thrown in the field If you ain't never been in the real car, that wasn't going very far Or you just a stupid n***a, let them other dummies move with ya Cause y'all, ain't taking down Scoob' n***a [Unique:] I'm Grit-tastic, these hoes adore this I'm on point with my bucks, like TJ Ford g'eah You n***az is worthless, got no purpose Might as well be a sideshow, and work for a circus ay I'm bout my fast money, ask around And if you ask bout my money, hit your a** with pounds clowns 7-1-3, you ain't noticed Unique that ba*tard boy, I'm so focused [Poppy:] Guess who's back in the mix, from the land where they package and ship Crack on the strips, we added to get the cabbage and split And for the cabbage, automatics'll rip Baggies to bits, by any means when we after the chips f** being average ships, you need power to play Whether you work a nine to five, or turn powder to yay Get out the way, that's how he put it down in the H We ride chrome, a inch for every hour of the day ay [Hook x3] Yeah-yeah, holla at me