7:30 (feat. Booka 600 & Lil Durk)

(JD on the track)

(It's a LeekeLeek banger)

My young **** go 7:30

These fuck ****, they tryna hurt me

This street shit, we ain't worried

Like shout out my brother Birdie

When you can't call him bro

Can we count up to our money? Uh, uh

My **** ain't 'bout that rah-rah

They gon' do what they say they is

Opp's be all on my time

That .45, that's a lemon squeeze

See, my brother tried to beast, they tried to preach

I keep that F-N on me, 'cause they want me

They say they catch me, they gon' do me dirty

Two in my head like a Wall jersey

Slept in the trenches, roaches crawled on me

Ain't like no pictures, 'cause my wall's dirty

Had a baby by a bitch who with the other turf

For Booka do double life for my brother worth

They wanna see me die, they see my mother hurt

We don't fall out for no ****, I put my brother first

I'ma take these Perkies till my stomach burst

I lost my cousin, made my stomach hurt

And with this fame, I kill any **** wanna see Varney hurt

Put my life on the line for **** who don't put me first

My young **** go 7:30

These fuck ****, they tryna hurt me

This street shit, we ain't worried

Like shout out my brother Birdie

When you can't call him bro

Can we count up to our money? Uh, uh

My **** ain't 'bout that rah-rah

They gon' do what they say they is

Opps be all on my time

That .45, that's a lemon squeeze

See, my brother tried to beast, they tried to preach

I keep that F-N on me, 'cause they want me

And my brothers, I believe 'em

Until the end, I guarantee, yeah

You got my loyalty, indeed

And a couple Glocks if you need 'em

And we gon' stick to the procedure

You got my back and always even

We just some vultures, they can't seize us

We go to war for four season

Only fan, yeah that's my legion

From the nine you can catch this ether

Watch the bullets catch and watch their soul leave 'em

Hey boo, they called us creatures

Bro they tweakin'

They play with me, I leave 'em, got so

My young **** go 7:30

These fuck ****, they tryna hurt me

This street shit, we ain't worried

Like shout out my brother Birdie

When you can't call him bro

Can we count up to our money? Uh, uh

My **** ain't 'bout that rah-rah

They gon' do what they say they is

Opps be all on my time

That .45, that's a lemon squeeze

See, my brother tried to beast, they tried to preach

I keep that F-N on me, 'cause they want me