7øsaka - Cardinal Sins (feat. 1CEY) Lyrics

I needed a whip so my bro sent me one
Unloaded the clip, this my 33rd gun
35 sticks like a packet of gum
I slid on his clique and come back for another one
I took my bro shoppin, bought the whole store 'cause I couldn't decide on one
Boat-to-boat hoppin, wash up on which shore? This is a tropical one
Ya' ho keep on boppin, heard she got dicked down twice, I ain't stoppin' at once
I put a hole through his head, put some gold in his head, hit him with holepunch
I only kick it with 7s, no 6s like NFL field goal punt
Doubled up legends in studio makin' a hit and then stackin' a bunch
Bounce between bitches, they love doin' tricks, no half pipe
I find latina bitches finest when they half white
I had to screen a bitch myself, make sure she packed tight
I came to see a bitch, she been a bitch, ho, act nice
Shoot, shoot, shoot
Hs on Hs, all glass whip, yeah
Helicopter land on this, yeah
Codeine by the four times six
No doubt that my name on the list
I sit on top of you pussies, like fizz
I pop a lil pussy, hit wigs
I needed a whip so my bro sent me one
Unloaded the clip, this my 33rd gun
35 sticks like a packet of gum
I slid on his clique and come back for another one
I took my bro shoppin, bought the whole store 'cause I couldn't decide on one
Boat-to-boat hoppin, wash up on which shore? This is a tropical one
Ya' ho keep on boppin, heard she got dicked down twice, I ain't stoppin' at once
I put a hole through his head, put some gold in his head, hit him with holepunch
I only kick it with 7s, no 6s like NFL field goal punt
Doubled up legends in studio makin' a hit and then stackin' a bunch
T7, know that we stay with them guns
I knock 'em down like curb, blood up on my Air Force 1s
Yeah, you can see me in Sacks, 'f*ck bout the price, bitch I buy what I want
Yeah, I just run up bands all day, lil bitch, it ain't really nothin
Way I ball out like a hundred and one
Green on my watch on my wrist, Ben-10
Run up my money man, I need to spend
Stay with the rich like I'm Nettspend
I'm gettin' too turnt up, hell yeah
I needed a whip so my bro sent me one
Unloaded the clip, this my 33rd gun
35 sticks like a packet of gum
I slid on his clique and come back for another one
I took my bro shoppin, bought the whole store 'cause I couldn't decide on one
Boat-to-boat hoppin, wash up on which shore? This is a tropical one
Ya' ho keep on boppin, heard she got dicked down twice, I ain't stoppin' at once
I put a hole through his head, put some gold in his head, hit him with holepunch
I only kick it with 7s, no 6s like NFL field goal punt
Doubled up legends in studio makin' a hit and then stackin' a bunch
Race car whips, they all chase my bitch
Yeah, I'm way too rich, startin' to feel a bit sick
Of countin' dollas, countin' cents, roll up weed, make it make sense
Like he sittin on the patio, blew his hat right off his head
When we slid, two-tone on my prezzy make a plane crash, it reflect
Bitch, my dial heavy, all my muscle in my wrists
Play a bitch like Rocket League and boost off in the whip
F*ckin' with the 7s, just like committin' the cardinal sins
I run up my money, I run up my bands, I run up my racks, and all
Try to run up on the 7s, I don't think that you thinkin' rational
Posted with your bitch in the crib and I got my dick all in her vaginal
I'm countin' dollars and euros and quid, I'm international
Say you count up, but I know you don't, your money is laughable
Drop a quick band on a fit, yeah, this shit just my casual
Say you too rich, but you rockin' the reps, that shit just not addin' up
Spend like a thousand on pants, shit, all my racks is so valuable, yeah