[Verse 1: LD]

Aye

You get burst, talking mans name

67 govern estates

See us outside posted, bait

Until we gotta run from the jakes (gotta scramble)

Now we doing up shows all over

67 fuck up the stage (fuck it up)

And we’re outside looking like lakes

VVS sitting on weight

VVS sitting on a badman

The pengest of girls wanna grab man

(Lets lurk)

Come through wizzin with M

32 shots tryna find man

Made all of them pussios run

Before they were screaming out “gang gang”

[Verse 2: Monkey]

Gelato smoke this ain't lemon (cookie)

You know why they hate on 67?

(Why?)

Is it cause man came round smokyy

Tryna smoke off a melon?

(How many)

Qway back flexin, boot cut

Pack the wap in my denim

Loud and texts on the wing

When I was a felon

Money haffi mek right now

But this money ain't going heaven

All the skeng out on the opp block

Corn spitting like venom

20 plus when it comes to the dippings

Man will teach you a lesson

(How many)

[Verse 3: Dimzy]

Zombie walk in Versace slippers (ay)

Or Jordan 1's

4 doors, yeah I love those trucks (skkr)

Bring the 41

I make racks, I’m a business man (racks racks)

I could teach you son, dont fuck with my 60's dem

That's dingers out and some gorgeous guns

Feds on my case coming like this hoe on my case

Like give a young nigga some space

Pigs wanna lurk my estate

But I'm on the motorway to a show, shoutout James

Gelato straight to the face, VIP flex on my J’s and spaz on stage

(Flex gang, flex gang)

[Verse 4:SJ]

To the world and bludclart back

Man step correct with this wap

SAD in them opp boy flats

They must think a man does rap

We put waps on the shows and back (always)

Gotta reload now a mans back

Man bag that and blow out a peng tings back

Money just coming in faster

We stay plugged in like a charger (come on)

No girl couldn't run no banter

Probably blessed her ting like a pastor

Man blew up the place, that's normal (pow)

You probably heard that from dem man

Hashtag skengman

(Fuck the opps!)