7:30 lyrics

[Intro: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
Let's go
Uh-huh (Yo)
Let's go
You know when me and my brother link
It's only legendary sh*t, n*gga
Let's go
Pete Rock, uh

[Verse 1: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
This for the barbershops and liquor stores
I'm through pitching raw, but what I spent this week is what a brick would cost
I can tell you never been lit before
You the type to try to stunt with a b*tch that I hit before
In a drought I caught my biggest score
When it was dry, no snow around like Santa took Christmas off
Your b*tch hit me, I just missed her call
It's gang, if I can't f*ck her in my chain, then my di*k get soft
They hit the crib with a sniffing dog
Quarter brick of raw and a picture of Griselda on the kitchen wall
Between poverty and wealth, that's where prison fall
My bid was like a how to be a kingpin seminar
Be very afraid, I carry a gauge
My new b*tch, she get the most 'cause she barely complain
Gucci bulletproof vest that I wear in the raid
I bonded out the next day, then I married the game
THE BUTCHER
[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Ayy, yo, 7:30 on di*k Mille (di*k Mille)
Don't stop 'til the sh*t empty (Don't stop 'til the sh*t empty)
What you gwan do? (What you gwan do?)
Blow your head off front of mom dukes
Went down Fifth Ave and bought everything
I only need a pistol and a loyal fiend
Kiss a triple beam
Took my Shady deal, copped a hundred things

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
I don't chase love, only thing I chase involve big bankin'
Wordsmith, I get paid to do the slick thinkin'
Pen sharp case you like lip singing
Besides rap I seen more crime daily than Chris Hansen
For the love of the Ben Franklins
Young n*gga took the pack on the Jitney base, he lived in the Hamptons
Back when the pounds were sixty-five
Wasn't trippin', was worth the hour fifty-nine
Duffle full, seven plates of the bomb
The profit was sweet, the ticket was forty-eight at the time
In less than forty-eight hours, I was playin' a dime
You was pumpfaking, playing with time
Dinner with the plug, he had penny, but I don't f*ck with the swine
It's all love, he had more work for me that I couldn't decline
Dibble and dabble case you tryna f*ck around
While you lookin' for the lime, I re-up, just rewind
[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Ayy, yo, 7:30 on di*k Mille (di*k Mille)
Don't stop 'til the sh*t empty (Don't stop 'til the sh*t empty)
What you gwan do? (What you gwan do?)
Blow your head off front of mom dukes
Went down Fifth Ave and bought everything
I only need a pistol and a loyal fiend
Kiss a triple beam
Took my Shady deal, copped a hundred things