PCD (Pull Up, Crash, Dash)

Lyrics

[Intro: Monkey & LD] The 'Mali brothers Blanco SRB separation confirmed Jay Z (Gang, gang) Compo Coming up on, uh, staging the burn-out of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds Pull up (Gang, gang) Giant Wiggy Django [Verse 1: LD] 67, that's nothing but violence (Six, six, six) Banged corn on all of the opps, now we're warring the Trident (Fuck the feds, fuck the feds) Feds had me in the bush with the box, phone rang had to fling it on silent (Brr, brr) I took a little loss that day, KMT I'm still out here grinding (I'm out here) Everywhere I go gang go, you know that there's a whole load of smoke (Gang, gang, blow) Got ounces, ninas, basically LD's sitting on a whole load of cro' (All'a that, all'a that) Used to ride with the Mac on my bro, like come we just woosh him and go (Woosh, woosh, skrt) Now we sit in the ride with the chopper but that there's a whole different pole (Mad, mad, mad) That there's a whole different corn (Large one) Live corn might lick of your arm, now a nigga wish that he weren't born (Ay, ay, blow) Don got licked in face now he talks to the feds, how you know what you saw? (How you know, huh?) Got skengs on the block but there's never enough so you know we need more (Ay, way more, ay) SJ got five for the 4, that's two years and a bit more (Free J) The whole block's on obbo (Mad, mad) We do what we can everyday, the feds might grab us tomorrow (We out here, every day) The opps can't chill on their block everyday cause they might catch a hollow (Anyday) I had my mash but I hit my man with a skeng that I borrowed (Blow) I fed my man a hollow (Blow, blow) [Chorus: Dimzy & Monkey] It's been trap season (Trap, trap, grap) My niggas make the skengs dem crash like 'give me a reason' (Grrah, bop, bop) The opps dem talk to the feds, why the fuck are they cheating? Way too much leaking 67 don't talk to the feds, we don't do no speaking Pull up, crash, dash, on your back left bleeding (Bop, bop, bop) Pull up, crash, dash, on your back left bleeding (Grrah, bop) 67 don't talk to the feds, we don't do no speaking (All'a that, all'a that) Pull up, crash, dash, on your back left bleeding (Graah, bop) [Verse 2: Monkey] I rock with the 6, get dropped for a 6 On your side like a pitch Leave holes in your bruh like he was a ditch Do the most to get rich Slang Bobby or Whitney cause yeah that's my bitch Old yardie man snitched Had my dons in the can, that shit was a stitch (Mad, terrible) Karma's a bitch, told Conz I can't go jail but I landed in nick Lord knows I was pissed but I linked up with Skeng and he showed me the clip (Free Skeng, free Skeng) New day, same shit, make p's on the strip Make P's or we flip Seven bags for a box break it down into bits M that's my bro, them opp niggas know .25's in that pole Give a round of applause, watch niggas drop I ain't clapping at shows (Woosh) Woosh, woosh then we go, get smoked like the loud that I roll up and blow (Woosh) Fuck tryna be low, tryna branch out the hood like Chief from the Glo (Bang, bang) All I wanted was dough Now I'm getting it normal, fast money or slow (Normal) Conversate with the bro what the future gon' hold, I be burning on cro' (We callin') Make a boy hot like a twelve from the hollow-tip shells that me and them load (Blow, blow) That spinner be chrome, if I got two shells I'm hittin' your dome (Two shells) [Chorus: Dimzy] It's been trap season (Trap, trap, trap) My niggas make the skengs dem crash like 'give me a reason' (Grrah, boah, boah) The opps dem talk to the feds, why the fuck are they cheating? Way too much leaking 67 don't talk to the feds, we don't do no speaking Pull up, crash, dash, on your back left bleeding (Bop, bop, bop) Pull up, crash, dash, on your back left bleeding (Grrah, bop) 67 don't talk to the feds, we don't do no speaking (We don't do no speaking) Pull up, crash, dash, on your back left bleeding (Bop, bop) [Verse 3: Liquez] I put my life on the line for the gang 674: that's my gang (674, gang) Real talk I'll shoot any man If I hear that they're onto the gang (Click-clack) Take trips to the Brix with the scram (Blam) And I'm loading up 6 in the scream (Click-clack) Yeah, boy, 'cause I do it 'cause I can That gun go click clack bang Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (Bang) Nah, my gun it won't jam (Nope) I'm high off the gas and I'm high off the am' I'm smoking some loud with the gun in my hand Yeah, with my gun in my hand, I'm really insane so they know about man (I'm mad) So let a nigga try me, and see wagwarn with my gun in my hand (Click-clack, bang) Can't wait 'til the day that they let loose all my killers in the can (Free Dog) I hope to God, that my niggas on remand that day soon land (Free Django) Big smile on my face, with this paigon's blood that I've got on my hands So don't ever slip, I've got man around here and them man are all mad (Traitors) So don't ever flex , I've got man around here and them man will all grab So don't act bad, I've got youngins 'round here them youngins so sav' I said don't act bad, I've got youngins 'round here them youngins will stab [Chorus: Dimzy] It's been trap season (Trap, trap, trap) My niggas make the skengs dem crash like 'give me a reason' (Grrah, bop, bop) The opps dem talk to the feds, why the fuck are they cheating? Way too much leaking 67 don't talk to the feds, we don't do no speaking Pull up, crash, dash, on your back left bleeding (Bop, bop, bop) Pull up, crash, dash, on your back left bleeding (Grrah, bop) 67 don't talk to the feds, we don't do no speaking (We don't do no speaking) Pull up, crash, dash, on your back left bleeding (Bop, bop) [Verse 4: Asap] Niggas don't wanna get shot, they're scared (Cowards, gems) 67k what, where? 67k what, where? (Where they at? Gems) Pull up, crash dash, free Smokey Jack (Free 'em) Free the conspiracy gang (Free 'dem guys) Six shots in that spin, suttin' like greedy man'll go mad (Mad, mad) Headshots of course, opp nigga lack get his forehead whacked (Whacked, whacked) Then it's back to the trap I'm talking racks, rocks of crack And dark is wrapped (Dark) Fuck the feds they took my bands, it's time to make that back (Prick, dickheads) I've got shooters around, that itch, when a new skeng lands (Itch) Might pull up in a van, with a whole heap of man (Guys, guys) Like, let's go ham Said they ain't never seen me in the field, the other day they ran (Gem) [Chorus: Dimzy] It's been trap season (Trap, trap, trap) My niggas make the skengs dem crash like 'give me a reason' (Grrah, bop, bop) The opps dem talk to the feds, why the fuck are they cheating? Way too much leaking 67 don't talk to the feds, we don't do no speaking Pull up, crash, dash, on your back left bleeding (Bop, bop, bop) Pull up, crash, dash, on your back left bleeding (Grrah, bop) 67 don't talk to the feds, we don't do no speaking (We don't do no speaking) Pull up, crash, dash, on your back left bleeding (Graah, bop)