FREESTYLE
Go 7 30
Go 7 30
Go 7 30
Seven seconds to pop it off
Thirty minutes before I go crazy up in It
Zero seconds to gun you down
Don't be running crank up like a key In the engine
Zero zero put one in the front
To be real 7 30 to real ain't no cappin I'm serious
Exchange out designer Armani be Furious
I lick that little spot And
7 30 gonna call her
Delirious
Living the past I've been living
Too much killing for what my skin Color don' seen
I got bruddas and wuddas
My wuddas gun gunners
Real niggas can't say what the fuck Niggas mean
Off the dope or you sliming your nose
Man this coat is designer not Bandanna but green
Talking to low what the fuck do you Mean
Say no more Glock bodda boom bodda Bing
Finna get on that
She don't even want me for real she be Chill up on that
DAMN
Why its like that cause ain't saying nun Real spill
I'm just tryna hit it from the back
DAMN
Why its like that
Man these hoes be grimy for get back
Toxic roulette ima kill that
Only a real nigga feel that
Single to feel that
Glock stay on me but tote that bitch Off me
I be all clean in off white be offing
I don't know non dope feigns
But sold to them dope feigns
Douse pints of lean
I can know where to go its apart of me
You can't kick at the store
You don't know what I know
You can't throw what I throw
And that's bottom line
Benz I sit in
Think bout the shopping and living And trails and trib'bins
And how we ended
Thought about calling talk bout Spinning the Benz but you get Offended
Why the hell everything you think Gotta be a method
And please tell me girl where the fuck Is your head is
Girl you'll be quick to answer that shit In a minute
And tryna argue no more
Buying the fye out the store
I had to get in my grind
To give you my time
To give you my mind To flow
I had to give you my heart out the gate
Give you my heart for keeps
But you just played that shit player
I keep my shit pimpin
I know how you feeling today
I'm from the Four, Five, Two, Two
Where the 45' will shoot you
And the deuce deuce follow through
Cause Ian got time to be playin with You
I need my money
Send me the drop and im coming
No, Ian goin for no funny
Niggas be thinking we dummies
Think its sweet and we turn you to Gummies
In my My baby momma wag- toady
If you didn't get you a bag
Go get you a bag
Cause I got a bag - today
They did not put me first they put me In last but I finished anyway
Go head and finish the race
Just keep on going and keep on just Flowing
You feel yourself stopping
Then pick up the pace
-730
Go 7 30
Go 7 30
Seven seconds to pop it off
Thirty minutes before I go crazy up in It
Zero seconds to gun you down
Don't be running crank up like a key In the engine
Zero zero put one in the front
To be real 7 30 to real ain't no cappin I'm serious
Exchange out designer Armani be Furious
I lick that little spot And
7 30 gonna call her
Delirious
Living the past I've been living
Too much killing for what my skin Color don' seen
I got bruddas and wuddas
My wuddas gun gunners
Real niggas can't say what the fuck Niggas mean
Off the dope or you sliming your nose
Man this coat is designer not Bandanna but green
Talking to low what the fuck do you Mean
Say no more Glock bodda boom bodda Bing
Finna get on that
She don't even want me for real she be Chill up on that
DAMN
Why its like that cause ain't saying nun Real spill
I'm just tryna hit it from the back
DAMN
Why its like that
Man these hoes be grimy for get back
Toxic roulette ima kill that
Only a real nigga feel that
Single to feel that
Glock stay on me but tote that bitch Off me
I be all clean in off white be offing
I don't know non dope feigns
But sold to them dope feigns
Douse pints of lean
I can know where to go its apart of me
You can't kick at the store
You don't know what I know
You can't throw what I throw
And that's bottom line
Benz I sit in
Think bout the shopping and living And trails and trib'bins
And how we ended
Thought about calling talk bout Spinning the Benz but you get Offended
Why the hell everything you think Gotta be a method
And please tell me girl where the fuck Is your head is
Girl you'll be quick to answer that shit In a minute
And tryna argue no more
Buying the fye out the store
I had to get in my grind
To give you my time
To give you my mind To flow
I had to give you my heart out the gate
Give you my heart for keeps
But you just played that shit player
I keep my shit pimpin
I know how you feeling today
I'm from the Four, Five, Two, Two
Where the 45' will shoot you
And the deuce deuce follow through
Cause Ian got time to be playin with You
I need my money
Send me the drop and im coming
No, Ian goin for no funny
Niggas be thinking we dummies
Think its sweet and we turn you to Gummies
In my My baby momma wag- toady
If you didn't get you a bag
Go get you a bag
Cause I got a bag - today
They did not put me first they put me In last but I finished anyway
Go head and finish the race
Just keep on going and keep on just Flowing
You feel yourself stopping
Then pick up the pace
-730
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