A year later, he connected with fellow Atlanta rap artist Johnny Cinco who encouraged Lucci to take his talents seriously and get in the studio. YFN Lucci went on to perfect his craft and develop his sound over the years, eventually landing on two records off of Johnny Cinco’s “John Popi” mixtape in 2014.
The collaboration generated a substantial buzz as YFN Lucci’s undeniable talent gained In the summer of 2014, TIG’s CEO Girvan “Fly” Henry took note of YFN Lucci’s increasing buzz and signed him to Atlanta’s fastest rising indie label.
YFN Lucci joins a golden roster of talent including Rich Homie Quan and Trinidad James at TIG. Since the release of his mixtape which garnered over 1M views at Live Mixtapes, Lucci has toured continuously over the last six months from Wisconsin to Miami, Charlotte to Houston. When not in the studio, he’s in the studio working with producers Sonny Digital, Fresh Jones and Spiffy.
YFN Lucci’s creative blend of singing and lyricism make for a unique sound with a southern touch. Now, with new music and colorful visuals there’s no end in sight for this Hip-Hop star in the making with his current songs in rotation at radio “I Wonder Why” and “Know No Better”. The “Wish Me Well” EP is available now on iTunes.
Wish Me Well 2 dropped on Lucci's birthday February 16, 2016 featuring all new music including "YFN", "Boss", "Destined" and "Key to the Streets" f/Migos and Trouble.
7.62
YFN Lucci Lyrics
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(Dmac on the fuckin' track)
I say, oh, oh, yeah, look
In the back of the Benz, I just got it painted
The grill gold-plated, huh, my crib still gated
But we ain't used to have not a dollar, we would go and take it
Robberies and Grand Theft Autos, I can't fake 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 Cutly, 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 A, my key can't go to no valet
Flew my cars out to LA
I sold so many balls in this bitch we gon' need to vacate
We been off for some decades
Look, smoking grade A, but at school I got low grades
Get that boy a box of perfume, he got hoe way
Look, throw that boy a 7.62, we don't throw shade
I hope everyone don't hit you, not partly
Look, I'ma die in these Cuban links, I feel like Rod Wave
Walk through 'em, want me to call through, that's a role
Look, what you gonna do when the money through, shorty
Don't keep tellin' me what you gon' do for me
Okay, yeah, I only talk about 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 can by the homie
I ain't no cappin', I spent you advance on lil' homie, uh
We gon' get an address, we don't land 'til the morning, huh
Matter fact, go and 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 it, 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 jewler hit
On the one like Chris child, we don't sip on no Christ style
I remember ridin' 'round in that bucket, huh
When we was in that Nissan, they didn't give me nothin', huh
When I was fucked up my own bitch wouldn't even love me
When I ain't have my swagger right, no hoe wouldn't even fuck me
I be on some feed the fam shit, I know my momma proud of me
I know that cut real good, I just can't put down the shit
I do it real big, but they don't acknowledge it
Look at where I live, huh
You know I cash that on it, a condo and a crib
I pay more than 1.5 for it
Every day I spend some shit, everything I'm in be lit
Every time I think about it, I be tryna spend some shit
Uh, long live all of my niggas where we done came from
Hater, I gotta talk to you in the graveyard
In YFN Lucci's song "7.62," the rapper reflects on his humble beginnings and how his success has brought about new problems. He acknowledges that he used to engage in questionable activities, such as robbery and car theft, to make ends meet. Despite now being wealthy, he recognizes that having a lot of money can bring its own set of problems, but he still prioritizes protecting himself and his wealth. He references expensive cars and jewelry, but notes that these material possessions do not define him or his success. He also highlights the loyalty he has to his friends and those who have supported him throughout his journey.
Throughout the song, Lucci emphasizes his drive to take care of his family and make them proud. He acknowledges the sacrifices he has made to get to where he is, and also notes that not everyone has remained loyal. Despite his success, he does not take it for granted and is constantly looking for ways to improve himself and give back to those who have supported him.
Overall, "7.62" showcases YFN Lucci's introspective side and his journey from humble beginnings to becoming a successful rapper. While he acknowledges that money can bring its own set of problems, he remains focused on his family and his goals.
Line by Line Meaning
In the back of the Benz, I just got it painted
I just got my Benz painted and it looks fresh and shiny
The grill gold-plated, huh, my crib still gated
I have a gold-plated grill on my Benz and my house is still gated
But we ain't used to have not a dollar, we would go and take it
We didn't have any money before, so we would steal to survive
Robberies and Grand Theft Autos, I can't fake it
I used to commit robberies and car theft, and I'm not ashamed to admit it
They told me don't be trippin' about it, I can't save it
People advised me not to worry about my past mistakes, because I can't change them
A whole lotta money bring problems
Having a lot of money can create issues and complications
But if a nigga play, we gon' get him murdered tomorrow
If someone tries to mess with me or my crew, we won't hesitate to take them out
Wanna see me demonstrate?
Do you want to see what I'm capable of?
'87 T-Top Cutly, put it on the interstate
I'm driving my 1987 T-Top Cutly and speeding down the interstate
Solitaire Dior bucket, they can't even see my face
I'm wearing a bucket hat by Dior that covers my face so people can't recognize me
These hoes they want me to chase, I don't keep my sneakers laced
Girls want me to pursue them, but I don't even bother tying my sneakers
I don't ride straight A, my key can't go to no valet
I don't always follow the rules, and I can't trust a valet with my car
Flew my cars out to LA
I shipped my cars to Los Angeles
I sold so many balls in this bitch we gon' need to vacate
I made so much money in this area that we're going to leave and find a new place to go
We been off for some decades
My crew has been running things for decades
Look, smoking grade A, but at school I got low grades
I'm smoking high-quality drugs now, but I didn't do well in school
Get that boy a box of perfume, he got hoe way
Someone needs to get that guy some cologne, because he smells bad
Look, throw that boy a 7.62, we don't throw shade
Give that guy a gun, because we don't talk badly about people behind their back
I hope everyone don't hit you, not partly
I hope no one attacks you or harms you in any way
Look, I'ma die in these Cuban links, I feel like Rod Wave
I'm so attached to my expensive jewelry that I feel like it's a part of me, just like the artist Rod Wave
Walk through 'em, want me to call through, that's a role
I can easily walk past people, but sometimes I have to play a role and pretend to be nice
Look, what you gonna do when the money through, shorty
What are you going to do when you run out of money?
Don't keep tellin' me what you gon' do for me
Stop talking about what you're going to do for me and just do it
Okay, yeah, I only talk about shit that I go through, I ain't phony, huh
I only talk about things that I've experienced, and I'm not fake
You gon' do, huh, what to who? I ain't homie, huh
What are you going to do to whom? I'm not your friend
Last man, he got trash can by the homie
The person before you got disrespected by someone in our crew
I ain't no cappin', I spent you advance on lil' homie, uh
I'm not lying, I spent my advance on my friend
We gon' get an address, we don't land 'til the morning, huh
We'll find out someone's address and stay up all night until we get there
Matter fact, go and hit 'em up while I'm performin', huh
Actually, go and shoot them while I'm on stage performing
I just got another grill, call me George Foreman
I just got another gold grill for my teeth, like George Foreman
I just got another mil' and I ain't even hungry, uh
I just made another million dollars, even though I don't really need it
All you niggas do it, bitch you worser than a woman, yeah
All you guys talk too much, and you're worse than a gossiping woman
Anybody get it nigga, show me my opponent, huh
Anyone can get it from me, and I'll take on anyone who challenges me
I be in the newest shit, I introduce you to this
I always have the latest and greatest things, and I'll show them off to you
I put you on my shooter list, fuck it, let me do the bitch
I added you to my list of people who can handle a gun, so let me show you how it's done
I been goin' through some shit, flip out, get the jeweler hit
I've been going through some problems, and sometimes I take out my anger on others, like the jeweler
On the one like Chris child, we don't sip on no Christ style
I'm like the basketball player Chris Childs, and we don't drink expensive Cristal champagne
I remember ridin' 'round in that bucket, huh
I remember driving around in a beat-up car
When we was in that Nissan, they didn't give me nothin', huh
Back when we were driving in a Nissan, no one was helping me out
When I was fucked up my own bitch wouldn't even love me
When I was struggling and broke, even my own girlfriend wouldn't love me
When I ain't have my swagger right, no hoe wouldn't even fuck me
When I didn't have confidence and wasn't in a good place, no girl wanted to have sex with me
I be on some feed the fam shit, I know my momma proud of me
I'm all about taking care of my family, and I know my mom is proud of me
I know that cut real good, I just can't put down the shit
I know that drug is really good, but I can't stop using it
I do it real big, but they don't acknowledge it
I'm living large, but people don't really give me credit for it
Look at where I live, huh
Check out my dope living situation
You know I cash that on it, a condo and a crib
I spent a lot of money on it, including a condo and a house
I pay more than 1.5 for it
I paid over 1.5 million dollars for it
Every day I spend some shit, everything I'm in be lit
I spend a lot of money every day, and everything I do is amazing
Every time I think about it, I be tryna spend some shit
Whenever I think about my money, I want to spend it
Uh, long live all of my niggas where we done came from
Shoutout to all of my friends who came from the same place as me
Hater, I gotta talk to you in the graveyard
If you're a hater, I'll take you out and we'll talk in the graveyard
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: David McDowell, Rayshawn Bennett, Thomas Horton
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