[Intro: 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
[Verse 1: 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
[Verse 2: 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
[Verse 3: 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
[Verse 4: 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