712PM Lyrics by Future is latest English song with music also given by Stefanccino, MoXart Beatz, DJ Moon, TM88 & Wheezy. 712PM song lyrics are written by MoXart Beatz, DJ Moon, TM88, Wheezy & Future.
712PM Song Detail
| Song Name: | 712PM |
| Singer: | Future |
| Composer: | Stefanccino, MoXart Beatz, DJ Moon, TM88, Wheezy |
| Lyrics by: | MoXart Beatz, DJ Moon, TM88, Wheezy, Future |
712PM Lyrics
Tm88!
Wheezy outta here!
Sitting behind five percent
You can see the chinain
Lil’ one going crazy
Ready to sprrt for the ginang
If it wasn’t for google
Man that b—h wouldn’t know my nickname
Dropped a maybach truck on a watch
And it was plain jane
Let the door swang
Swang the door open, smell cocaine
Trafficking drug money
And trap outta this one lane
Stepped all in mud
This b—h can’t wait to tie my shoelace
Ooh! She don’t like girls
Bet this money make a b—h so gay
Money real long, big as king kong
When you make the trap go jump
Yellow wrist stones, canary yellow stones
I’m putting on that stuff
Digging in hеr back, pull out my money
Make a b—h bust a nut
Came out thе bando just to buy diapers
Had to hit me a lick
I bought the tahoe from the trap money
Haven’t even seen a brick
Cocaine by the kilo
These days put it right on my wrist
You can still see the chain lit up
Sitting behind five percent
Every time I re-up
They gotta advance at least twenty m
I been getting richer
And richer my whole career
Took the dope money
Went and record a mixtape
It’s rappers way out
Sitting on a bail toting a big k
Aingt even got a couch
To australia, I’m familiar
Spent two million on a jet
In that dualie doing the dash
I let lil’ dawg he hold a tec
I got mollies with the crystals
But I been back doing x
Got a rolex on my wrist
This b—h cost about a corvette
Give these n—as a couple bands
And hit your face and hit your chest
I was rolling off the pills
I should’ve never f–ked the b—h
I got hoes these n—as married
I don’t let them go, they come through
I got my fentanyl in my diamonds
I spend a nine on a pair of shoes
I don’t even care who these n—as shot at
Aingt nobody got merked
I got some real killers
They’ll kill a n—a, then go
And shoot up the hearse
You think a n—a like me give a f–k
About a n—a shooting up the church?
I gotta take this sh!T up with god
’cause I’m a god on the earth
I got this mother-f–king new benz
I aingt even drove it since it came out
Couple of bad b—hes, they twins
Walking naked through my house
Cook good dope up in the kitchen
I could do that top shelf
B—hes still claiming me
I aingt f–ked over yet
Cartier wrist, cartier watch
Cartier diamond buff
Money real long, big as king kong
When you make the trap go jump
Yellow wrist stones, canary yellow stones
I’m putting on that stuff
Digging in her back, pull out my money
Make a b—h bust a nut
Came out the bando just to buy diapers
Had to hit me a lick
I bought the tahoe from the trap money
Haven’t even seen a brick
Cocaine by the kilo
These days put it right on my wrist
You can still see the chain lit up
Sitting behind five percent
Sitting behind five percent
You can see the chinain
Lil’ one going crazy
Ready to sprrt for the ginang
Stepped all in mud
This b—h can’t wait to tie my shoelace
Ooh! She don’t like girls
Bet this money make a b—h so gay