Streets - Intellectual

[intro]

Sixty

For the gang

[Verse 1:Dimzy] x3

Man a got beef in the streets

Man a put skengs in the streets

Man a put food on streets

That's not ammi your smoking big man

That buds coming like leaf

Connect came in with a bundle

Call him a locksmith bringing in keys (trap trap trap trap)

[Verse 2:Sj]

I move low but I'm bait

Man bang this ting after you man

That's how you know mans face

This beef ain't fake

Ain't in all the horsemeat

Smokeskees cutting down steak

And word to my wiser Gs' that bitch can never be bae

My loyalty's tied I'm here with the 6 to roll anytime

Won't switch my side

They know I'll ride like Alton towers

Do road with on snap five-hundred miles in 48 hours

I've seen man scared, they run and drop, get stabbed like cowards

Dice them packs into parcels going through work on a daily

Man I'll headlock man for his stuff take that like is that don crazy

Mash can't fit in the bag put it on the backseat it's weighty

If he lacks on the ride man I'll shed out the car with him and his lady

Don't lack, don't rap man slept on your block yeah man did cam

I swear down I live what I rap yeah man-a-man rap cah I want to

Live corn like LD, Ten toes cause I walk in my SC's

Free Garz Free ST fresh home speeding through the SC

[Verse 3: Dimzy]

More pods 50

Me and ASAP on the high roads in the cars doing 50

Had to rev it up just a bit more cos the bus tried clip me

My niggas been firing skengs man's way too itchy

I see dem man in the field they run away they're bitchy

He got one in his face that night, don't question the 60

Life ain't fair and I don't care

Bro walked in with a square in the pack and it's screaming smells kinda rare

Who are these yutes, who are these breh's, 67K what where?

We got skengs on skengs right here and a crash round there had a smoke round there

I phone up bro got the 50 shot , this ringer over there

My phone rings off I need that Guap, I need your shares

Tryna make my stack fat like a hundred Argos catalogues

Tell a bitch get back actually why not you run along

My niggas put food on the map, Where you think the skengs dem come from? x2

[Verse 4: Liquez]

Niggas talk like they're on and they on piss

Got 6 shots in the 3 fifth, dare any nigga try slip

And I'm swearing to God if I see any opp imma empty the clip

Couldn't care about shit

Anytime, anywhere you get hit with the MIS

Try fuck with the 6

Me and gang hang out in the whip doing hits

No love for a bitch, only love for my brothers that I got from the 6

Try fuck with my brothers, put my hand on my heart you get left in the ditch

Everyone knows that 357 that I grip

[Verse 5: ASAP]

Two fat packs in a truck, Coming like Biggs and Fridge

I ain't leaving till i get rid of that shit (No way)

And my trap stack ain't thin but I need it way more thick

Fuck a trap queen bitch come hold this dick

Two skengs in the automatic, trap till I die I got crackheads with them smack heads

Rambo chef splash chef ASAP loves it

6 in a spin hot shells skid round in the drive then dump it

Like man's a real g these pussy boys can't beef me (No way)

You can get shot in the face with the dots for adding a K to the 60

Free my nigga Doggy, M Skeng and Incy (free dem)

Feds want us locked till we're old and wrinkly (dickheads!)