Haha Lucky Devil you just went fed And I still ain't got no lighter Take off karti I told the boy gone take off karti Where's my pockets Come in this bitch and I drop deposit Shawty she know I'm too playa I don't do the sex yeah I just want the Noggin He put a bag on my head gotta double The price babyseven gone pop it Drop this shit off in New York and I Came with some flows man I know The Assignment I'm in the booth with this exotic weed And I told them I forgot my lighter I'm in this booth with a big 45 and I told them I am not a fighter I got a stick in my mf draws and I put It in a dress like spider Free spider Free spider Free spider Free spider Seven sessions Jesus gave me seven blessings Moma say lil boy don't get in no shit Man I never listen Who the f*ck got catalogue like me That's why they against me And I got big Broll And I came from zero I done bought a couple sticks I done Spent it all do you wanna see those Lucky devil went fed I don't had my First show with some fine hoes I can never be a clone what the f*ck these niggas talking bout a Harlow You can find me in the trap Babyseven lucky devil and little karti All my cars be exotic All my cars be push started I can't help but to pop it Shawty wet I gotta mop it Still on planet seven I got seven sessions We can't wait to bless 'em Karti gonna stretch him I got dogs gone fetch him We got drugs in system I be getting tested I was tryna paint this picture