Yung Drippy - 7am On Bridle Path Lyrics

Ayye
I got money on my mind
All the time
So much money it could make you blind
I was down bad but it's fine
Shorty let me hit it from behind
We sipping wok you sipping wine
Junkies on the block they fall in line
Please do not try to take what's mine
Walk in the stu nigga I know how to rhyme
Let's get back to the drill
Nigga think that I won't but I will
Keep talking shit you get smacked like Will
I done been on the block in the field
I was down on my ass you don't know how it feel
Swear to God this shit get real
Robbing a nigga just to get a meal
But now we doing alright
Young bull pour the wok in a sprite
Me and my niggas we locked in for life
If I see a bad lil bitch imma make her my wife
I'm still screaming free Big T he got caught with a knife
And what would I do without all of my ice
Watch how I ball on these niggas like Bryce
I grew up on 110 Byron Ave
I cut off my day one niggas them niggas got sliced in half
Baby I'm trying to buy you some things that you never had
My young bull always so hype Niggas never mad
Mom dukes getting tight cause I steady be skipping class
Brodie moving hot, wait until the jakes get on your ass
How you get locked up with four bags
My nigga G Dot died shit so sad
I couldn't even go to his funeral
Bad bitch shorty why you so beautiful
I'm trying to cop you some bust down cuticles
I was trying to move but shit wasn't moveable
My barber said what you want, let me get the usual
In Swuul Gang we got two rules
Just run it up and don't be a fool
Ayye
I got money on my mind
All the time
So much money it could make you blind
I was down bad but it's fine
Shorty let me hit it from behind
We sipping wok you sipping wine
Junkies on the block they fall in line
Please do not try to take what's mine
Walk in the stu nigga I know how to rhyme

Ayye
I got money on my mind
All the time
So much money it could make you blind
I was down bad but it's fine
Shorty let me hit it from behind
We sipping wok you sipping wine
Junkies on the block they fall in line
Please do not try to take what's mine
Walk in the stu nigga I know how to rhyme
Let's get back to the drill
Nigga think that I won't but I will
Keep talking shit you get smacked like Will
I done been on the block in the field
I was down on my ass you don't know how it feel
Swear to God this shit get real
Robbing a nigga just to get a meal
But now we doing alright
Young bull pour the wok in a sprite
Me and my niggas we locked in for life
If I see a bad lil bitch imma make her my wife
I'm still screaming free Big T he got caught with a knife
And what would I do without all of my ice
Watch how I ball on these niggas like Bryce
I grew up on 110 Byron Ave
I cut off my day one niggas them niggas got sliced in half
Baby I'm trying to buy you some things that you never had
My young bull always so hype Niggas never mad
Mom dukes getting tight cause I steady be skipping class
Brodie moving hot, wait until the jakes get on your ass
How you get locked up with four bags
My nigga G Dot died shit so sad
I couldn't even go to his funeral
Bad bitch shorty why you so beautiful
I'm trying to cop you some bust down cuticles
I was trying to move but shit wasn't moveable
My barber said what you want, let me get the usual
In Swuul Gang we got two rules
Just run it up and don't be a fool
Ayye
I got money on my mind
All the time
So much money it could make you blind
I was down bad but it's fine
Shorty let me hit it from behind
We sipping wok you sipping wine
Junkies on the block they fall in line
Please do not try to take what's mine
Walk in the stu nigga I know how to rhyme