[SJ] It´s fucking SJ, ´low the tings set, yeah. 67, fuck the opps... free all the fucking niggas. Home and everything, yeah. I´m back on man´s same shit. ´Low the tings set already
[Dimzy] Man´s still sliding Got hammers and dingers galore, gunshot when I find him And that´s exciting Money piling Spent so much fares on the cab like why you not driving Took a snap on the mains broad day ´cause of perfect lighting Bro got dark but he run out of light so I brought more light in Survival of the fittest right now so everyone´s fighting Everyone raps that they know about drills but is you riding? Kway back on a pushbike ting, we done serious knifings
Ching-ching, runoff and bill it We got smoke for the fiends and killings Skeng got eight for a skeng But not guilty for the drilling Trap got more than ten And I ain´t seen him since he done that drilling
[LD] I can handle the snakes, the rats I can´t take Niggas talk to the pigs and the pigs wanna lock my estate They wanna know about the 6 Wanna know how much money we make We lost so much skengs I don´t know how much more I could take But I´m still pulling up on smoke I still serve amnesia on boats I just got off the phone to Slowz
He done whacked up a opp with "o" Still pull up in the four-door with a .44 tryna smoke in the dome Tryna shutdown the boy then fly OT then shut down the show 67, we´re drillers, we drill I put my life on the line for the Hill How much times have I did a nigga dirty? Only God knows how a nigga feels Of course, I´m beefin´ the trident Tryna catch me slidin´ Still step outside on violence I´ma deal with them in silence
[Monkey] ´Nough gyal get whacked ´Nough skengs get whacked too Jump Out Gang on the back road
I couldn´t give a fuck, man, fuck you Been ´round there in the four-door Been ´round there just to cut through Gave the gyal wood, man, I ain´t gotta say I love you Free J, that´s bro 67 to the road Anywhere, anywhere, man-a-man fuck up the show Trappin´ ain´t dead, the nitty still phone for the blow Four-door with the skeng, I see a couple man and they blow Skengs out, ten toes I was out with my bro German four-door, jump out then let it blow Skurr out, bill it up, probably get top from a hoe Skurr out, jump out, probably get top from a hoe
In the 6 with my woes
[Liquez] Niggas run far when they see me ´Cause them niggas know that their times up Got something off of my hip That big handgun that I rise up So nigga, don´t slip or you´re gon´ get fried up I never have time then you´re gon´ get knifed up Mad Liquez know that I´m nuts I bun an opp and not give two damn fucks You know I´m out there getting them bands up But the feds tryna slap me in handcuffs If bro pulls up with the Mac, let me show you what that does That´s 25 shots in the clip so everything mad up The law I´m above, them opps, they know us In skengs, we trust, crash corn from a stolen truck
The law I´m above, them opps, they know us In skengs, we trust, crash corn from a stolen truck
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