730 DIPS ft. Freekey Zekey Lyrics

Yeah, quikk draw, what's up, baby? You know what the fuck it is, boy

Ha! Shootin, nigga heads off, they fuckin' with us

You smell me

Ain't no fuckin' game out here

all day

Get money with you, too, until the caskets drop

You smell me, blood

730 dips, dips, seven thirty dips, dips, pull up in dat 730 that's a dirty whip

30 30 on my hip I got that dirty sip

Harlem back to Br 730 ya bitch

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Boys on the grind, where the cake go

I'm a boss nigga, do what I say so

Smellin' pigs, I can spot em in they plain clothes

Ride around town, tryna stop a nigga bankroll

Put the money in the bag, nigga, case closed

Me and papi on the road to the pesos

Get it shakin' like a motherfuckin' draco

Messin' with 730, it could be fatal

Yeah, we work hard, tryna play fair

But these niggas out here hatin'

Expectin' much, but don't give back

And they hands out, I ain't shakin'

Da fuck wrong with these fuckboys

Ain't nothin' about me changin'

Don't get it twisted, it ain't a game

And Freekey , nothin' to play with

I play with a brick, nigga, brick to a brick

Then I put it in the bricks, now my pocket on brick

And I've been through the shit, that's why I'm the shit

If I give you my shift, you wouldn't be shit

I'm the boss, baby

Tony Danza

And y'all garbage bitches

Fred Sanford

Freekey

730 dips, 730 dips

Pull up in that 730, that's a dirty whip

30-30, On my hip, I got that dirty sip

Harlem back to br,

It's 730, ya bitch

730 dips, 730 dips

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So you like it ha i roll around the city, gettin' dough

With a pretty titty kitty, lickin hoe, gettin' gritty on the low

Hopin' I could get a couple motherfuckin' millis in a minute when I get it for the low

Zeke, I gotta blow

Shit, load shit I gotta do

Shit, I gotta blow

Gotta hit the store

But I can't stress, I must confess

One text, oh yes, And get this for the low

730 dippin' when I roll

730, I'm a-dip n imma roll', I'm a roll

Gotta keep a pistol on my hip if a hypocritical

Nigga, think It ain't critical and

Get the trippin , it could blow

From Monday through Sunday, I go

One way the dumbway, fun way to gun play

Some say It's one way to get it

Gotta grind till my time, I'ma shine for the city

Nigga, think I'm lyin tell Em trying, he could, get it

With a lump up in my pocket, bout the size of a midget

Dig it, 730, nigga

You got seven scurry, niggas

I got 7 dirty, niggas

Shootin' shots like curry, nigga

I know you heard me shootin' shots like curry, nigga

La-la

730 dips, 730 dips

pull up in that 730, that's a dirty whip

30-30, on my hip , I got that dirty sip

Harlem, back to Br

It's 730, ya bitch

730 dips, 730 dips

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