Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 7:30, artist - Smoke DZA. Album song Statue of Limitations, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cinematic, RFC
Song language: English
7:30 |
Statik Selektah |
Ayo, fuck these niggas, Lord |
Ayo, I don’t give a fuck about none of these niggas |
Ayo, I’m nothing less than impeccable |
Hanging out the car, king, I let the Desert blow |
My VLONE, Ricky Kilos |
Coaching my shooters like Rick Pitino, neck lit up like Reno (grr) |
Seven days, ten bodies, that’s a slow week |
I don’t wanna talk unless it’s whole keys |
Over scales I prayed, weighing a flake |
Bought three phones this year, nigga, I’m straight |
Courtside, Timberlake’s on, across from Drake |
Still a new nigga but I’m one of the greats |
I motivate niggas who’s starter was please get off 'em, I did |
Jackboys' eyes all on my wrist |
I’d rather catch a body than you taking my shit (boom boom boom boom boom) |
Factual, live from the murder capital, king of an actual |
Don’t give a fuck, nigga, my time, they vaginal |
This for my day one niggas eating mackerel |
This for my niggas getting mail everyday |
My niggas still dropping bodies, still heavy with yay |
My main niggas been down, been fucked up since |
So I’ma get up on this Statik and talk all of my shit |
I’m out to get it, it’s a stick up |
All these motherfuckers been patiently waiting |
I’m out to get it, Westside been had it locked, bitch |
I’m out to get it, you feel something sweet, go get your heat and your peeps |
And find your body parts on the street |
Nigga, Westside |
Ayo, Flygod classic, Glock on me blast it |
Last nigga that tried to rob me, turned to ashes |
Black Waverunners, got the straps on the suede jumpers |
Pina colada i8, the yay pumper |
Audemar, Lord, fuck the time, my wrist a nigga house |
Why had to kill 'em, I had to figure out |
I guess jealousy prevails |
That’s why I keep my third eye open on the scale |
Why the nigga chain so big? |
Your neck frail |
Used to lay up on the couch, reading wifey mail |
I can tell, the hate getting stronger and stronger |
You used to fuck with me, now my bread getting longer |
Tryna compare me to the niggas I birthed |
They only sell the vinyls, nigga, check out my worth |
Be you, I’d rather jump off a bridge first |
Carry a man? |
I’d rather carry my kids first |
I’m out to get it, it’s a stick up |
All these motherfuckers been patiently waiting |
I’m out to get it, Westside been had it locked, bitch |
I’m out to get it, you feel something sweet, go get your heat and your peeps |
And find your body parts on the street |
Nigga, Westside |
Nigga, Westside |