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67-scribz,dimzy-monkey - 67-"it's frying" lyrics

it’s frying
[hook, dimzy]
about you in the field, you just in your crib, b-tch stop lying
we got smoky things and we smoking things, b-tch be frying
i’m oj so f-ck o tray, b-tch be frying
about you trap rappers with your dead stack you ain’t got no clients
f-ck the opps we be on the a with anything that’s frying
i’ll be in notre dame with them smoky things, you know bullets be flying
you ain’t been near in your life, you trying to gas up the kids
and your baby momma be bopping yeah she can swallow them kids

[scribz]
f-ck stizzy, 674 run bricky
you talking shanks, p-ssy n-gga i walk with straps
got a 44 and a f-cking mac
let me make it clear, i don’t f-ck with raq
i love my n-gga cuz his dotty shack
he ain’t done sh-t for like 6 years, now the f-ckboy talking tough on tracks
back to that map
he tried to run, we hit him in his back
we had sweets in that dotty tray but we rast his -ss with the flipping mac
67 we rollin’
i got a 3 liter it’s stolen
i know a young thot and she scoping
she gives the green light and we’re smokin’
you ain’t been doing drills
you up in your house, you ain’t been in no fields
i’ve been making ps and i’ve been smoking beef and you talking about kaning and n-gga you k!lled
you ain’t been on my hill
you up in your house, you ain’t been in no fields
putting work on the streets, we all over the beef, and you ain’t been on sh-t since your n-gga got k!lled

[hook, dimzy]
about you in the field, you just in your crib, b-tch stop lying
we got smoky things and we smoking things, b-tch be frying
i’m oj so f-ck o tray, b-tch be frying
about you trap rappers with your dead stack you ain’t got no clients
f-ck the opps we be on the a with anything that’s frying
i’ll be in notre dame with them smoky things, you know bullets be flying
you ain’t been near in your life, you trying to gas up the kids
and your baby momma be bopping yeah she can swallow them kids

[monkey]
67, add a 4, got a couple skengs, need a couple more
in that trap house, got both for me, i might need some more
young n-gga getting it, tryna stack notes, f-ck being poor
been lurking on your estate like a f-cking tour
posted up with them f-cking skengs
disrespect me i’ll dip your friend
skrr skrr, back to the ends
ot tryna get some bread
bangin’ dons cause my n-ggas bled
opps run from me like i’m a black fed
dotty spin on the black ped, wizzin run tryna’ clap heads
that dotty’s local
load it up, then go slap lead
don’t lack
broad day yt[?] turnin’ red
big mac, whoosh man down leave him on his bed

[hook, dimzy]
about you in the field, you just in your crib, b-tch stop lying
we got smoky things and we smoking things, b-tch be frying
i’m oj so f-ck o tray[?] , b-tch be frying
about you trap rappers with your dead staff you ain’t got no clients
f-ck the opps we be on the a with anything that’s frying
i’ll be in notre dame[?] with them smoky things, you know bullets be flying
you ain’t been near in your life, you trying to gas up the kids
and your baby momma be gwupping[?], yeah she can swallow them kids

- 67 scribzdimzy monkey lyrics

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