7 AM Freestyle (feat. Juice WRLD)

Future

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    Nigga, me and Pluto in this bitch like 7 in the morning, nigga
    No sleep, nigga
    Still been sippin' all night, nigga, damn
    Money drip
    Wheezy outta here

    Yeah, uh, she give me top in the Tesla
    I may invest in the extra
    I'm getting money, power, hoes, clothes, nigga et cetera
    I'm on a whole 'nother level
    I take Perkys to fight all my demons
    It don't help that my bitch is a devil

    Came up in the hallway
    Serving J, yeah, yeah
    Money coming every way
    My bitch'll pay, yeah, yeah
    80/20, mine off top
    I'm fuckin' her face, yeah, yeah
    Man you tripping, I'm spilling the sauce
    It dripping over, yeah, yeah

    Spend a check on that pussy (whoa, whoa, whoa, uh)
    I got designer all over my hoodie (whoa, whoa, whoa, uh)
    Yo' nigga ain't real, yo' nigga a pussy (uh, look)
    There he go
    He get a few shots
    Out the Draco

    Blue cheese stuck to my jeans, yeah, yeah
    Double up, geeked off lean, yeah, yeah
    Baped up, lookin' like a king, yeah, yeah
    Bad bitch pullin' my sleeve, yeah, yeah
    Northside Gucci my feet, yeah, yeah
    Haven't been to sleep in a week, yeah, yeah
    Bite down on my teeth
    You smell codeine when I pee, yeah, yeah

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    Sipping on red lean
    Gun got a red beam
    Know niggas from the red team
    They go brazy
    Pull up in that new thing
    I was fucking on new thing
    Bad bitch with a tongue ring

    Came up in the hallway
    Serving J, yeah, yeah
    Money coming every way
    My bitch'll pay, yeah, yeah
    80/20, mine off top
    I'm fuckin' her face, yeah, yeah
    Man you tripping, I'm spilling the sauce
    It dripping over, yeah, yeah (hol' up)

    Pour me a four and another, I love it
    Sip, sip, sip, uh
    It's me and Hendrix in the club
    Wondering if we gon' take your bitch
    We already got five, we was gon' make her six
    I didn't eat today, but I took the Perc
    And I prayed to God, it won't make me sick

    Pour me some drugs in the cup
    No rush, like sip, sip, sip, uh-huh
    Ain’t got enough fingers for all these rings
    I'm drip, drip, drip, uh-huh
    Turn them lil niggas to fiends
    All they wanna do is bust clips, uh-huh
    Keep a MAC-11 with a beam
    I'm Gucci, don't slip
    Gold in your face, yeah, yeah
    Flooded out baguettes, yeah, yeah

    Came up in the hallway
    Serving J, yeah, yeah
    Money coming every way
    My bitch'll pay, yeah, yeah
    80/20, mine off top
    I'm fuckin' her face, yeah, yeah

    Yeah, uh, she give me top in the Tesla
    I may invest in the extra
    I'm getting money, power, hoes, clothes, nigga, et cetera
    I'm on a whole 'nother level
    I take Percys to fight all my demons
    It don't help that my bitch is a devil

    Wheezy outta here, Wheezy outta here
    Wheezy outta here, Wheezy outta here

    Song details

    Composition: Nayvadius Wilburn, Wheezy Gee, and Juice Wrld

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