heres the lyrics
its Seven-O-Seven, call me SOS
the 707 grimey yet so fresh
but this aint the V, bitch rep the flatz
i spit heat, like tecs n macs
my shit gets explosive like mess n jack
hus n quinn, i stay husalin
ima never lose, its a must to win
only time u get blown is a gust of wind
trust myself never put my trust in them
ima hit the block try to make me a rack
i huslte so hard they gave me a plaque
only plaque u got is the shit in ya teeth
im risin to the top, u slippin beneath
ya bitches a bop, she lickin my beef
im jus spittin 16, rippin a beat
u better bow down, start kissin my feet