Seven Rings Future

[Intro]
Yeah, I told 'em
I told 'em if it's a problem, say it's a problem
I told you off the top that I was solid
I told you we get money by the pillow
I told you half of these niggas with me win now

[Chorus]
My left and right hand Robert Horry
Most my niggas pop Xans unemployed
I can't stop, I'm goin' in, steroids
I tried to tell you when I came, it was God
I'm washin' off my hands with the mula like it's Ajax
Sippin' out my cup, hell no, don't you taste that
Hundred percent chance I done doped up and laced that
Chillin' with my family, hangin' low, I embrace them

[Verse 1]
20 different strippers, money double, triple
Started off slizzered, they callin' me The Wizard
Valet got that Porsche, Casino got that Porsche
Killers all I know, fill 'em up with the dough
You know I'm on that syrup, about to send the word
Do niggas really argue? Who gon' shoot you first
Fatface wanna do you, Blade wanna do you
This bitch from Guyana, layin' low with that hammer
Try not to fuck her on camera
I pray that my young nigga don't kill you on camera
You come too close, nigga, I'ma have to kill you on camera
I hate to discuss it
If Bubba don't trust you, nigga, you know I don't trust you