3ri - 7 Minute Drill Lyrics

Yah
Yah ah,
Back on the Cole
I stay from bragging, cause my baby know
Try to come get, from the rip I would know
Seasonal shift from way back I was cold
Gave it the ah, gave it the fruit and the fish
Where you could just get up and get
Whatever shit, I guess you could pick the store
Now we're back in the ocean
Yah know where to go
I swear whatever happens
I know that i'll float
Surf on them cobwebs and find something dead
I believe whatever thing I just read
Comin' back from time to time, it's by design
Come out three months, I'm in for nine
Making sure what's mine is mine
Making sure that wine is wine
Is it me, sometimes I poke the tree (ah)
Wondering what it could be
Wondering what I can be
This time I'm not choosing me
Sometimes it's just fun to see
Few promises that I can keep
Yah, Yah, Yah
Wouldn't mind giving you beef
Thank you for something to eat
Backs on the coal
I'm smokin' racks, don't abandon your post
I swear my momma, she gave me the most
Whatever we want, she don't care what she gross
Just tryna give it back whole
After that, tell me whatever more
Time to eat, you tell me, be at the door
Still clean my shit off the flow
Yah, tell me where you wanna go
Ah, past seven now
Might as well finish with damn second
Don't even care, when it comes time
First is only Him up in heaven
How much can you really haul
When it comes time to jump
And it feels enough's enough
How much can you really haul
And when she in a fit, she wanna hit
Tell me what you're waiting for
Bozzy, you fye damn