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YFN Lucci -7.62

YFN Lucci was born as Rayshawn Lamar Bennett on February 16, 1991 in Atlanta, Georgia, to Jamaican parents who had immigrated to the USA. … He gradually earned a small fan following in his native city, but it is the fellow Atlanta rapper Johnny Cinco who he credits for kick-starting his career.

Watch the official music video for 7.62 by YFN Lucci from the album HiStory.
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YFN Lucci is a rapper renowned for his hits “Everyday We Lit,” “Key To The Streets,” “Heartless,” “Missing You,” “7.62,” “Wet (She Got That…),” and “Documentary.” He worked with artists like Migos, Jackboy, Rick Ross, and Trey Songz — amassing billions of global streams and garnering critical acclaim.

Lyrics:
Pipe that shit up TnT
Dmac on the fuckin’ track
Yeah

I say, uh, oh, yeah, look
In the back of the Benz, I just got it painted
The grill gold-plated, ha, my crib steel-gated
When we ain’t used to have not a dollar, we would go and take it, ha
Robberies and grand theft autos, I can’t fake it
They told me, “Don’t be trippin’ about it,” I can’t save it
A whole lotta money bring problems, but if a nigga play
We gon’ get him murdered tomorrow, wanna see me demonstrate?
’87 t-top Cutlass, put it on the interstate
Solitaire Dior Bucket, they can’t even see my face
These hoes, they want me to chase, I don’t keep my sneakers laced
I don’t ride straight-eight, my key can’t go to no valet
Flew my cars out to LA
I sold so many ‘bows in this bitch, we gon’ need to vacate
We been on for some decades (Yeah)
Look, smokin’ grade A, but in school I got low grades
Get that boy a box of perfume, he got ho ways
Look, throw that boy a 7.62, we don’t throw shade (Yeah)
I hope every one of ’em hit you, not parlay
Look, I’ma die in these Cuban links, I feel like Rod Wave
Walk through ’em, want me to come through, that’s a rollie
Look, what you gon’ do when the money through, shorty?
Don’t keep tellin’ me what you gon’ do for me (Uh, okay)
Yeah, I only talk ’bout shit that I go through, I ain’t phony, huh
You gon’ do, huh, what to who? I ain’t homie, huh
Last man, he got trash canned ’bout the homie
I ain’t no cappin’, I spent your advance on lil’ homie, uh
We gon’ get an address, we gon’ land til the morning, huh
Matter fact, gon’ hit ’em up while I’m performin’, huh
I just got another grill, call me George Foreman
I just got another mil’ and I ain’t even hungry (Uh)
All you niggas do is bitch, you worser than a woman (Yeah)
Anybody get it, nigga, show me my opponent, huh
I be in the newest shit, I introduce you to this
I put you on my shooter list, fuck it, let me do the bitch
I been goin’ through some shit, flip out, get the jeweler hit
I’m the one like Chris’ child, we don’t sip on no Cristal
I remember ridin’ ’round in that bucket, ha
When we was in that Nissan, they didn’t give me nothin’, ha
When I was fucked up, my own bitch wouldn’t even love me
When I ain’t have my swagger right, no ho wouldn’t even fuck me
I be on some feed the fam shit, I know my mama proud of me
I know that cup real good, I just can’t put down that shit
I do it real big, but they don’t acknowledge it
Look at where I live, huh, you know I cashed out on it
A condo and a crib, I pay more than 1.5 for it
Everyday expensive shit, everything I’m in be lit
Every time I think ’bout jit, I be tryna spin some shit, uh
Long live all of my niggas, so we done came far
Hate I gotta talk to you in the graveyard

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