In the 770 yeah
In the 770 yeah
Hesitation
White girl sniffing cocaine, heavily
Sit high up in the Cutlass, heavenly
Looking up thinking ‘bout life in the 770
Go far a running back, they running me
No cap, we capping you
Nurburgring, we lapping you
Kidnap your kids, than we strapping you
Me and Kimitrius pull up than we atting you
n***as hate one day, than get the bag than they patting you
I come from the 770 where you take flights without them patting you
Brrt, hear the Glock, brrt, hear gunshots
Brrt, we dont waste time with you thots
Brrt, I come from where we do a drive-by aftеr we peel the hotbox
Brrt, might kill your mom than your grandma, we takе it up a notch