Yung Drippy - 7 Years Old Lyrics

Hopped off the porch I was seven years old
OG told me "put the pack on road"
She do what I say cause the bitch gon go
I bought a plain Jane watch to the show
And if you want smoke imma call my bros
Bad little bitch she my all night hoe
I just know that she want my dough
Run up on me won't hesitate to blow
Ruth Chris
Why you still eating Trader Joe's
I'm going up and my haters know
Member I ain't had no way to go
I might pull up in that Range Rove
I still need a biddie like J.Lo
All of my shooters on payroll
That ain't no lean, that's k roll
Yeah
Switch the flow up
I was down now I got my dough up
Drippy Dri I can't wait to blow up
And um if you really want smoke then roll up
Got that hi-tek sprite imma pour up
Drippy Dri Swuul Gang niggas know us
Met this bad lil bitch on the tour bus
We some fine ass niggas she told us
I can't stress bout' a bitch
I'm on the road to the pesos cuz I'm try get rich
On the phone with my young bull I was like, "aye bro, why you don't miss"
And he never told me the reason but now I'm assuming it's because he learned from Mitch
On the block with the bros we ain't playin no chess was taught to play with sticks
We was taught to play with glocks
OG told me "save your nots"
Don't let them niggas take your chop
Talkin shit we spray your block
Mama said "I hate your locs"
Run through the back if the feds try knock
Too much tries where the fuck is the wock
Hopped off the porch I was seven years old
OG told me "put the pack on road"
She do what I say cause the bitch gon go
I bought a plain Jane watch to the show
And if you want smoke imma call my bros
Bad little bitch she my all night hoe
I just know that she want my dough
Run up on me won't hesitate to blow

Hopped off the porch I was seven years old
OG told me "put the pack on road"
She do what I say cause the bitch gon go
I bought a plain Jane watch to the show
And if you want smoke imma call my bros
Bad little bitch she my all night hoe
I just know that she want my dough
Run up on me won't hesitate to blow
Ruth Chris
Why you still eating Trader Joe's
I'm going up and my haters know
Member I ain't had no way to go
I might pull up in that Range Rove
I still need a biddie like J.Lo
All of my shooters on payroll
That ain't no lean, that's k roll
Yeah
Switch the flow up
I was down now I got my dough up
Drippy Dri I can't wait to blow up
And um if you really want smoke then roll up
Got that hi-tek sprite imma pour up
Drippy Dri Swuul Gang niggas know us
Met this bad lil bitch on the tour bus
We some fine ass niggas she told us
I can't stress bout' a bitch
I'm on the road to the pesos cuz I'm try get rich
On the phone with my young bull I was like, "aye bro, why you don't miss"
And he never told me the reason but now I'm assuming it's because he learned from Mitch
On the block with the bros we ain't playin no chess was taught to play with sticks
We was taught to play with glocks
OG told me "save your nots"
Don't let them niggas take your chop
Talkin shit we spray your block
Mama said "I hate your locs"
Run through the back if the feds try knock
Too much tries where the fuck is the wock
Hopped off the porch I was seven years old
OG told me "put the pack on road"
She do what I say cause the bitch gon go
I bought a plain Jane watch to the show
And if you want smoke imma call my bros
Bad little bitch she my all night hoe
I just know that she want my dough
Run up on me won't hesitate to blow