Songtexte GORE - 777

(He's never gonna get his shit together, the only thing that he cares about is what the world thinks of him, because he's a fucking narcissist)
Eeny meeny miny moe
Pick a opp, then let it blow
Fifty shots, I'm in that mode
I'm too rich to sell my soul
Huh huh
Eeny meeny, I count racks
Blue and pink like bubble wrap
I got sticks inside the back
Twin Glocks talk like
BLAH!
BLAH!
BLAH!
Hop in that tank, no scat
She eat me up, no cap
I'm with that hoe like
TAP
TAP
TAP
Then I ghost, no strings attached
I pop a perc, she pop her back
She like "777 you built like that"
Whole damn whip look mad in matte
And I still got demons I never unpacked
Balenci boots, they stomp like war
She hit my phone, I hit ignore
Money counter make that sound
RRA-TTA-TTA-TTA-TTA-TT—more!
(RRA-TTA-TTA—more! more! more! more!)
Eeny meeny, I count racks
Blue and pink like bubble wrap
I got sticks inside the back
Twin Glocks talk like
BLAH!
BLAH!
BLAH!
Hop in that tank, no scat
She eat me up, no cap
I'm with that hoe like
TAP
TAP
TAP
Then I ghost, no strings attached
One
Two
Three
Four
Kick down door, I want more
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Fuck your clique, your girl, your fate
Money talk, no dinner date
Murder beats, I innovate
Say my name, resuscitate
They flatline when I demonstrate
Slime in the cut like repo
Mask on face, no hero
All black whip, no Lambo
Still got sauce like pico
Racks too fat, got keto
Bitch too bad, no cheat code
All these clones, I reload
Blow they brains out, free throw
Eeny meeny, I count racks
Blue and pink like bubble wrap
I got sticks inside the back
Twin Glocks talk like
BLAH!
BLAH!
BLAH!
Hop in that tank, no scat
She eat me up, no cap
I'm with that hoe like
TAP
TAP
TAP
Then I ghost, no strings attached
Eeny meeny miny moe
Pick a opp, then let it blow
Eeny meeny, too much dough
I can't stop, I'm in that flow