URLtv, Bigg K - Bigg K vs. Half Past 7 lyrics

Fuck boy! Dick sucker! Loser! That fit you
I got a gym star that'll leak out
Every gallon of fluid that's in you
Cause you ain't nothing but food on that menu
I will smack the shit out you
Then boot it back in you
I got a a hundred shot drum
And the clip is full
I sick my wolves at his sheep
Tell 'em get the wool
Shotgun pumps that could flip a bull
I'ma have body parts everywhere
Like a Pick-n-Pull you at home with your
Bitch watching soap operas
I'm uptown negociating with the coke shoppers
MAC-10s, Sks both choppers
Right hooks, left hooks show stoppers
I'm in your crib ass naked no boxers
Try to fuck your baby mother
Out her door knockers
And she pitching out your packs, she a ho
Partna i sling that rock behind your
Back like a globetrotter
I'm ballin' like I'm Stephalosh
Bangin' like I'm Okafour
Weed came from Mexico, caine came from Bogotá
Put a trio of holes in
You like a bowling ball
Dump a gallon of Hennesey in your open sore
Let's go to war, yoke him
Throw him overboard
The last flip I ran threw more
Bags them my grocery store
How I flip a couple P's
And get some house money
All from getting rid of Bud like Al Bundy
You ain't swiping nothing but a EBT
Sniffing powder, popping pills dipped in PCP
His girl said, "can we shoot a DVD?"
I said, "yeah
If your head's slamming like a DDT!"
Fucking with papi
I get the guns and the kilo cheap
He threw me a nine I call Eddie Guerrero
It's that Latino heat
I'ma send something stupid through the
Roof of your fraud ass
Soon as you swing that knuckle
Guerrero coming of the buckle
Like a frog splash
What you know about turning your
Microwave into a crack lab no bank account
My life savings in a trashbag
Somebody tell Half Past
My shooting ain't half ass
That Ruger from Baghdad
I will light your mutherfucking whip
Up like a Cash Cab i be sour chain smoking
Liquor chasing with a beer
Your flow and your stage presence
Is lamer den your gear
You gon' come with a bunch of white jokes
Say I'm wasting my career
But, you gon' feel like a white boy
When I stick two Gauges in your ear
You got the swagger of Dave Chappelle
And a face like Humpty Hump
Say something I don't like, we gon' fight
And I'ma fuck you up
I'm talking two hands with a quick cross
Scoop slam and a hip toss
I go hard in the paint
You gon' drop the Pill like Rick Ross

I said you a faggot
I'm talking hot pink wigs and lipstick
You drove here in a six speed
And your car got a dildo stick shift
You a faggot
Your upper lip smell like punk butt
Every morning you workout like a ninja
Swinging a set of dildo nunchucks
Y'all probably thought I was gon' lose
Either that or you never heard me
Like I road six hours on a Chinese
Bus to let 'em murk me
I came to go to work, clocking in
Dead 'em early
Punch in his time card, clocking out 7: 30
I got a stash in the floor
Where I tuck the drugs
So I ain't saying I'm dancing
When I "cut a rug"
If you see me in your club holla what it does
I'm jumping out a big body like Buddy Love
I heard you snitched on your best friend
That's jaw dropping
You got the state trying to
Execute him like Bernard Hopkins
Well since you telling pig tales
And got the law watching
I feel like Pippi with this
Semi and that long stocking
FaceBook thug, we mobbin'
You only beefing with the
Web like Green Goblin
They told me don't sleep on 7, keep talking
I'll run through him in
My dreams I'm sleepwalking
Ain't nobody sweating this old
Fuck face cup cake
You ain't from New York, you from upstate
I hit your car with two full
Clips and Im clapping more
I don't play that bullshit
I fold the whip in half when I'm at a door
I'm swinging with the blade of a
Razor to cut him up
The docs'll have to staple a
Gut like a tummy tuck
When he fall I'ma boot him til
He start puking and buckle up
Spit on him and reboot him
Like the computer fucking up
These bars ain't some shit that you toy with
I hit a nerve and rub
It in like medicnal ointment
Why don't you ask a killer I did
A bid in the joint with
Baby I'm sucker free
Like a little kid's dentist appointment
I'm in and out of jail, you a family man
I eyeball without a scale
Selling gram for gram bare knuckle
We could rumble going hand to hand
I will kill you with a hook like Candyman

I said listen here dickface
Your 16s is a disgrace
I play soccer with your notebook
And frisbee with your mixtape
I don't give a fuck about
You having homefield advantage
In this big stake
I came to the belly of the beast and
I'm going home with a rib plate
I know what you think
Nah I ain't having none of that
Fuck you, I'll pluck you in your ears
And give the back of your
Neck that sucker smack
Whip out that 50 shot fold out
Stock and get to dumping that
I clap it the long way like a jumping jack
I battle on the side just to pay up bills
I usually got some beats playing
While break up krillz
Thinking I got court in the morning
But I'ma stay up still
Cause my smokers' hitting the glass
Like a lay-up drill
You being real and nice is two
Different things I can't correlate
I put you out in the second
Round like Norfolk did Missouri State
Now we in the third round but it
Ain't been well worth the wait
This been a cold case of
Murder since the first 48
Shit real on this side, we ain't you
Im beefing with my PO and the DA too
I got slimes out Harlem and in the BKoow
That's a lot of trouble you in
If I gotta show you how VA do
By the time that sink in it'll
Be a bar they talk 'bout
But, I got a rifle I nicknamed spiteful
It'll eat your mutherfucking heart out
Blood staining your linoleum
Soak in the sofa dark
Cause, I'm shooting like Napoléon
Breaking a bone apart
But, you Half Past 7, seven thirty, so what?
That just mean when I clock
You with these two hands
I'ma watch you fold up
My style is stitches in the head
I got it sewed up
You sex outside in the winter time cold butt!
If his trap doing numbers
I'ma crack that melon you be duc taped
Leaking in a trashbag smellin'
I been around the block, stop
Blast that weapon
Tell his workers I'm doin y'all dirty
I need seventy thirty
Or you can't sell a half past 7
You wouldn't survive the type of shit I seen
Shootouts and fist fights to defend my team
I'm talking non-stop struggle trying
To live my dream
That's why I flip when I get in the ring
You'd think I'm Prince Naseem
I'm nice like, rappers pay me four to feature
You nice like
You hold the mutherfucking door for people
My delivery and stage presence some shit
That he can't mess with
And ain't no way to flip this L
It ain't Tetris