67

Lyrics

[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!)