Tekst piosenki '7 AM Freestyle (feat. Juice WRLD)' wykonawcy Future

Nigga, me and Pluto in this bitch like 7 in the morning, nigga
No sleep, nigga
Still been sippin' all night, nigga, damn
Money drip
Wheezy outta here

Yeah, uh, she give me top in the Tesla
I may invest in the extra
I'm getting money, power, hoes, clothes, nigga et cetera
I'm on a whole 'nother level
I take Perkys to fight all my demons
It don't help that my bitch is a devil

Came up in the hallway
Serving J, yeah, yeah
Money coming every way
My bitch'll pay, yeah, yeah
80/20, mine off top
I'm fuckin' her face, yeah, yeah
Man you tripping, I'm spilling the sauce
It dripping over, yeah, yeah

Spend a check on that pussy (whoa, whoa, whoa, uh)
I got designer all over my hoodie (whoa, whoa, whoa, uh)
Yo' nigga ain't real, yo' nigga a pussy (uh, look)
There he go
He get a few shots
Out the Draco

Blue cheese stuck to my jeans, yeah, yeah
Double up, geeked off lean, yeah, yeah
Baped up, lookin' like a king, yeah, yeah
Bad bitch pullin' my sleeve, yeah, yeah
Northside Gucci my feet, yeah, yeah
Haven't been to sleep in a week, yeah, yeah
Bite down on my teeth
You smell codeine when I pee, yeah, yeah

Sipping on red lean
Gun got a red beam
Know niggas from the red team
They go brazy
Pull up in that new thing
I was fucking on new thing
Bad bitch with a tongue ring

Came up in the hallway
Serving J, yeah, yeah
Money coming every way
My bitch'll pay, yeah, yeah
80/20, mine off top
I'm fuckin' her face, yeah, yeah
Man you tripping, I'm spilling the sauce
It dripping over, yeah, yeah (hol' up)

Pour me a four and another, I love it
Sip, sip, sip, uh
It's me and Hendrix in the club
Wondering if we gon' take your bitch
We already got five, we was gon' make her six
I didn't eat today, but I took the Perc
And I prayed to God, it won't make me sick

Pour me some drugs in the cup
No rush, like sip, sip, sip, uh-huh
Ain’t got enough fingers for all these rings
I'm drip, drip, drip, uh-huh
Turn them lil niggas to fiends
All they wanna do is bust clips, uh-huh
Keep a MAC-11 with a beam
I'm Gucci, don't slip
Gold in your face, yeah, yeah
Flooded out baguettes, yeah, yeah

Came up in the hallway
Serving J, yeah, yeah
Money coming every way
My bitch'll pay, yeah, yeah
80/20, mine off top
I'm fuckin' her face, yeah, yeah

Yeah, uh, she give me top in the Tesla
I may invest in the extra
I'm getting money, power, hoes, clothes, nigga, et cetera
I'm on a whole 'nother level
I take Percys to fight all my demons
It don't help that my bitch is a devil

Wheezy outta here, Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here, Wheezy outta here