Lil Durk, Booka600, Only The Family - 7:30 lyrics

JD on the track it's a Leekeleek banga

My young niggas go 7: 30
These fuck niggas they tryna hurt me
This street shit we ain't worried
Like shout out my brother Birdie
When you can't call him bro, cause we
Count up too much money, uh, uh
My niggas ain't bout that ra ra
They gon' do what they say they is
Opps be all on my top, that 45
That's a lemon squeeze
See my brother tried to beast
They chapter threes
I keep that FN 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 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 niggas
I put my brother first
I'ma take these Percies 'til my stomach burst
I lost my cousin, made my stomach hurt
And with this fame I kill any
Nigga wanna see Verney hurt
Put my life on the line for
Niggas who don't put me first

My young niggas go 7: 30
These fuck niggas they tryna hurt me
This street shit we ain't worried
Like shout out my brother Birdie
When you can't call him bro, cause we
Count up too much money, uh, uh
My niggas ain't bout that ra ra
They gon' do what they say they is
Opps be all on my top
That 45 that's a lemon squeeze
See my brother tried to beast
They chapter threes
I keep that FN on me, 'cause they want me

In my brothers I believe 'em
Until the end I guarantee, yeah
You got my loyalty indeed
And a couple Glocks if you need them
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 Six, uh
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
Ay boo, they called us creatures
Bro they tweakin'
They play with me I leave 'em
That's on Steve Drive

My young niggas go 7: 30
These fuck niggas they tryna hurt me
This street shit we ain't worried
Like shout out my brother Birdie
When you can't call him bro, cause we
Count up too much money, uh, uh
My niggas ain't bout that ra ra
They gon' do what they say they is
Opps be all on my top, that 45
That's a lemon squeeze
See my brother tried to beast
They chapter threes
I keep that FN on me, 'cause they want me