Seven lyrics

(*talking*)
This it n*gga, this that one lick n*gga now look
We finna go, up in this motherf*cking house
And we gon come out rich, or we ain't coming out at all
Y'all n*ggas with this mayn, what's up mayn
Y'all n*ggas ready to ball mayn, (hell yeah n*gga)
Well come on let's do this sh*t, let's get this motherf*cker
On the count of three n*gga, one...two...three
Everybo- get the get the f*ck on the flo', shut up b*tch

[Lil' O]
My battle plan kicks down do's, like battle rams
Release slugs to fake thugs, dismantle man
Attitude nothing to lose, the result a lack of ends
We did them Puerto Ricans real rough, they house in ten
We having thangs to pass, and wet panties now hold the hundreds
No dreaming all them balling, the definition of hustling
No Robitussin, straight bar Promethazyne
No more f*cked up Cutlass, bubble Lexus sitting on 19's
Clutching Italian weapons, rapid fire on em I guess
Can't be no half stepping, everybody got brand new less
Got me a new connection, when I hit him he call right back
Sort out the Southside session, bust necks and talons gon fly at em
Man we scoring thirty, don't judge the way that we came up n*gga the game's dirty
And plus my morals are f*cked up, and then my mouth's hungry
And then nobody gave a f*ck, when I dressed bummy
Now they all on me, they all on me