7AM (Chopped Not Slopped) Songtext
von Lil Uzi Vert
7AM (Chopped Not Slopped) Songtext
Now, I don′t think it's just the drugs talking, but I really think this shit gon′ work
What you think?
Um, I don't know, it might
But anyways, um
Did you see that video on Instagram? (What video?)
It had me dying, but yeah
Don't think I didn′t see your Chanel shoes
(Hey, hey I think it′ll work)
Did you fall asleep? Uzi
Of course it's gon′ work (and what a lovely morning)
Uzi, wake your ass up
Ayy, I told that bitch, I count my cake, bitch get out my face
.45 on my waist, boy get out my way
Goyard on my waist, boy, you ain't got taste
Now I′m getting cake, now your bitch gon' lay
Like, oh goddamn, that′s the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7:00 a.m., I was fucking your love
11:00 a.m., you took that bitch right to brunch
Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7:00 a.m., I was fucking your love
11:00 a.m., you took that bitch right to brunch
Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7:00 a.m., I was fucking your love
11:00 a.m., you took that bitch right to brunch
Like I lost a lot of friends, but who give a fuck?
I got the money, now that′s all that I want
She ate me for lunch, feel like 2Pac, I′m a thug
Know some Crips and Bloods
Xanny boy on drugs
Got a lot of people banking on me
Tell me why these niggas always hating on me
Coming home, they be waiting on me
Like, jump off my dick, all that faking homie
Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7:00 a.m., I was fucking your love
11:00 a.m., you took that bitch right to brunch
Like, oh goddamn, that′s the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7:00 a.m., I was fucking your love
11:00 a.m., you took that bitch right to brunch
Like fuck nigga, like, can you leave me 'lone?
Made a million by myself, yeah, that be my song
Like, yeah, I rock designer when I′m in my zone
Yeah, I fucked your mama, I'm on my VLONE
Said I′m higher than a drone, boy you is my clone
Your mama a crackhead, I sold that bitch some stones
Now these bitches want me, I feel like I'm Mike Jones
Catch me lean spilling while I'm lane switching
Drop the top, cocaine ceiling
Backwood, propane pilling
Say my name in it, now your chain missing
Had a lot of friends and a lot of homies
Now I′m higher, now they all salty
Tell them niggas get the fuck up off me
Now I′m higher, now they all salty
Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7:00 a.m., I was fucking your love
11:00 a.m., you took that bitch right to brunch
Like, oh goddamn, that′s the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7:00 a.m., I was fucking your love
11:00 a.m., you took that bitch right to brunch
What you think?
Um, I don't know, it might
But anyways, um
Did you see that video on Instagram? (What video?)
It had me dying, but yeah
Don't think I didn′t see your Chanel shoes
(Hey, hey I think it′ll work)
Did you fall asleep? Uzi
Of course it's gon′ work (and what a lovely morning)
Uzi, wake your ass up
Ayy, I told that bitch, I count my cake, bitch get out my face
.45 on my waist, boy get out my way
Goyard on my waist, boy, you ain't got taste
Now I′m getting cake, now your bitch gon' lay
Like, oh goddamn, that′s the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7:00 a.m., I was fucking your love
11:00 a.m., you took that bitch right to brunch
Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7:00 a.m., I was fucking your love
11:00 a.m., you took that bitch right to brunch
Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7:00 a.m., I was fucking your love
11:00 a.m., you took that bitch right to brunch
Like I lost a lot of friends, but who give a fuck?
I got the money, now that′s all that I want
She ate me for lunch, feel like 2Pac, I′m a thug
Know some Crips and Bloods
Xanny boy on drugs
Got a lot of people banking on me
Tell me why these niggas always hating on me
Coming home, they be waiting on me
Like, jump off my dick, all that faking homie
Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7:00 a.m., I was fucking your love
11:00 a.m., you took that bitch right to brunch
Like, oh goddamn, that′s the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7:00 a.m., I was fucking your love
11:00 a.m., you took that bitch right to brunch
Like fuck nigga, like, can you leave me 'lone?
Made a million by myself, yeah, that be my song
Like, yeah, I rock designer when I′m in my zone
Yeah, I fucked your mama, I'm on my VLONE
Said I′m higher than a drone, boy you is my clone
Your mama a crackhead, I sold that bitch some stones
Now these bitches want me, I feel like I'm Mike Jones
Catch me lean spilling while I'm lane switching
Drop the top, cocaine ceiling
Backwood, propane pilling
Say my name in it, now your chain missing
Had a lot of friends and a lot of homies
Now I′m higher, now they all salty
Tell them niggas get the fuck up off me
Now I′m higher, now they all salty
Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7:00 a.m., I was fucking your love
11:00 a.m., you took that bitch right to brunch
Like, oh goddamn, that′s the bitch that I want
Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7:00 a.m., I was fucking your love
11:00 a.m., you took that bitch right to brunch
Writer(s): Symere Woods, Don Jarmel Paschall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
