707
She rolled up the trick
707
Got two 23
707
I’m throwin’ up the vague, bitch
707

I’m a heal side kitty of course
Now I’m gonna see a nigga drive by the woods
Discount liquor
On a corner at the magazine
There is a boulevard across the street
Play with false boys
Fuck around and get stolen
Rap this shit  hard
Shout out to them
Hit the bridge side for some hot stacks if hot-dogs
The first record I ever got out was hip-hop
Then we came on repeat
They came with soul trance
Everybody activated with a pistol in their pants

707
She rolled up the trick
707
Got two 23
707
I’m throwin’ the vague, bitch
707

I wasn’t taking the shit
Cause it was faking me up
He said 40 on the other line
And I said what?
They started talking with the boss around us
It’s 106 plus 1
It’s burning 95 and after that it’s been a riot
We’re heading to the tippy
So I’m always on my toast
This girl is taking pictures for the post
Nigaz don’t know I’m still playing with their nose
If this rap don’t blow
I’m still getting money from hoes

I was raised my own teeth so it’s classing me
I want you to grow feet
So they’re mad at me
And then they start  cashin’
Going up to 3

707
She rolled up the trick
707
Got two 23
707
I’m throwin’ up the vague, bitch
707

VALLHAO
Hop in this form, bitch and ride with the roller
She made the cops then the rollers
Low straight back sicker than Ebola
And I fuck her good
I found out she was a hoe
So I kept her good
We counting scenes like a musical
Then young beat boys selling coke as usual
With the house on sold
I need the usual
Never wore a suite
But I’m suitable
Move to the haters
She was beautiful
I move back starting killing niggaz
Yeah funeral

My nigga 40 cause they paid  away
Hell yeah I’m moving rap
They don’t hate me anyway
So anyway
I’m throwin’ up the vague
707

She rolled up the trick
707
Got two 23
707
I’m throwin’ up the vague, bitch
707